Solus amor Dei

Light is my friend, clothed in the mantle of new possibilities, and darkness in the guise of despair, but I believe in neither, for I know I am a lost child without a home or roots, wandering surrounded by lost souls.

I walk in the footsteps of my cursed ancestors toward the reality of hollow echoes, guided only by the tears wept in bitterness, drying upon my cheeks in the cold wind that pierces my very essence.

But I heard the words, “Do not be afraid, I will walk with you,” yet the voice comes from within me, where only black ashes remain of what once was human, steeped in all this loneliness—a void that appears to others as a joy of life.

I know deep in my heart that I am not alone, yet no one truly knows me; they see only the veiled shroud that, like a shadow, covers my face—face lacking love, face that long to feel the warm touch of a lover.

Am I cursed to walk a path that leads to eternal death, without hope of a new dawn and awakening to the sunrise of an early morning, whose warm first rays would melt my heart hardened by pride and jealousy?

I heard your powerful voice, which is reserved only for those torn apart by reality — unborn children who will never get to experience the protective embrace of a father and mother, safe warmth, and tender, everlasting love.

I am trapped in a sleep from which I no longer know how to wake; I am alone in the midst of an endless war of shattered ghosts, with no escape but the path into the unknown, and yet even that is just a lie steeped in evil—one that I myself believe.