Shadows whisper in the silence

Questions carved in fragile stone

Was he born with a fractured soul

Or was it borrowed, piece by piece, unknown?

Every scar retells the tale

Of innocence betrayed by time

Is the sinner truly born

Or created by the crime?

He walks beneath the weight of ages

Carrying truths that none confess

Corruption lingers, sharp and quiet

Like a teacher dressed in emptiness...

And in the mirror’s quiet gaze

He finds the question bleeding still

Is it fate that molds the darkness

Or the hands that taught the will?

Forgetting the mistakes of the past

Buried memories that forever last

It’s no wonder mankind dares to justify

Altering the order, bending truth to lie...

He isn’t evil by design

But every touch has left a mark

The innocence was starved of light

Till all that’s left was carved in dark

Philosophers speak of nature

Of choice, of nurture’s hand

But the heart is neither pure nor cursed—

It’s a shadow drawn in sand

Forgetting the mistakes of the past

Buried memories that forever last

It’s no wonder mankind dares to justify

Altering the order, bending truth to lie

So he stands, a question breathing

Neither monster, nor divine

Just a story, ever bleeding

Lost between the fault and time