Walking through hallways I've walked through since my boyhood,
The candles glow,
Illuminating the place.
A useless façade to disguise
The war going on outside.
Why are most people blind?
To everything around.
Can't they see the futility of it all?
Or are they blinded by their own lives.
Everyone thinks it's going to be okay.
That I'll solve everything
Can't they see I'm only one person?
Desperation cuts through my mind.
Bleeding furiously no help in sight.
What do they think I am?
A man or a god.
or a hero.
If everything is all said and done.
Where would I be?
WHO would I be?
A hero? Or a murderer.
A sinner? Or a saint.
Would killing him make me like him?
People look at me with different eyes.
Some say I'm good,
Some say I'm mad.
Others think of me as an object,
Others as a friend.
But in the end,
Who decides what's good or bad.
In this world full of sin.
Certainly not me,
Not you as well.
Is there a God?
Is there a devil.
If there is, why me?
Why not him?
I've done my share of good.
I can't take this anymore.
After I defeat him,
Would I be the boy-who-lived.
Or the man-who-died.
Maybe I'd be feared
Ostracized.
Would I be,
Just like him.