Even Lucifer was once an angel. Pure, radiant, certain of his place until the fall rewrote him into something feared, something misunderstood. Maybe that’s all this is…not evil, not madness… just the aftermath of a fall no one saw coming.
I didn’t become this overnight. This was a descent. A fall measured in betrayals, in silence, in nights that stretched too long and thoughts that cut too deep.
I didn’t become this overnight. This was a descent. A fall measured in betrayals, in silence, in nights that stretched too long and thoughts that cut too deep.
They say you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain but they never talk about what happens in between, in the slow unraveling, in the quiet moments where you feel yourself slipping and no one is there to catch you.
They say you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain but they never talk about what happens in between, in the slow unraveling, in the quiet moments where you feel yourself slipping and no one is there to catch you.
Not because I wanted to but because I had to.
So don’t remember me for who I used to be when everything was still intact. That version of me couldn’t survive what I went through.
Not because I wanted to but because I had to.
So don’t remember me for who I used to be when everything was still intact. That version of me couldn’t survive what I went through.
They’ll call it change, corruption, failure… but they didn’t feel the breaking. They didn’t stand in that silence where everything you were just… ended. They didn’t have to choose between becoming something unrecognizable or fading into nothing at all. I made my choice.
They’ll call it change, corruption, failure… but they didn’t feel the breaking. They didn’t stand in that silence where everything you were just… ended. They didn’t have to choose between becoming something unrecognizable or fading into nothing at all. I made my choice.
You start adapting. You learn the language of the dark, you wear it like armor, you let it sink into your bones because it’s the only thing left that doesn’t abandon you.
People will look at who I am now and judge it without ever understanding the cost.
You start adapting. You learn the language of the dark, you wear it like armor, you let it sink into your bones because it’s the only thing left that doesn’t abandon you.
People will look at who I am now and judge it without ever understanding the cost.
I was pushed into it, cornered by it, shaped by it. At first, I fought it I resisted, held on to whatever fragments of myself I could still feel. But the shadows are patient.