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