Emotionally and physically drained,
with my spirit and soul chained.
This means that I must pass on my story
and for that, all I can say, is that I am truly sorry
I write it down with a heavy heart,
with nowhere to begin except at the start.
All that I lived for is now out of my reach,
please, do not make my same mistake, I beseech.
The mistake I made was simple- I let myself be used
and that can never be excused.
Because if you do you'll end up like me
with nothing inside, a body without a soul, empty.
So now here I will begin
and may God have mercy and forgive me for this sin.
Whoever you are you do not deserve a fate this cruel
because you must be wise and strong, but never a fool.
To you this might seem simple, but trust me,
not being a fool is sometimes the hardest thing not to be
When I was young certain events lead me to see,
to see what's truly there and not just what we perceive.
Because what's really there and what people discern
are two utterly different things, that most never learn.
But that's not what this concerns
this is about the damned, people who's soul burns.
I'm getting ahead of myself so I must slow down a bit
before we get to those who suffer in a fiery pit.
There are only two ways to see.
One is to simply believe.
The other is to have your entire world shattered
and be torn away from everything that mattered.
From that day on I saw everything in a different light
and my only true friend was the dark of night.
Because in the shadows they can't pretend,
they can't fool you and their lies come to an end.
So I was alone with my sight
and no one understood why I always had to fight.
But those things were evil beings from another world
who were never meant to live with us and must be killed.
The day I hunted my first undead creature
I remember everything about it, every single feature.
The smell of it's sulfuric breath as it cursed me
as I sent it back to hell where it should be.
