Who am I, you might wonder
My face is only a cover
For the monster inside
I try to hide
But if you look closer into my eyes
You might discover my disguise
For I am no man, and I have no soul
No heart, and a beast I can't control
Alone, I suffer at night
And when the sun rises again, I pretend to be alright
My only wish is to be released from the chains
And the hatred that runs through my veins
But I know that the end is near
I shall dig my own grave
And rest in it with no fear
Because death is all I crave
Rayven closed the book. Whoever wrote it had described his suffering so well. Death was indeed all he craved. He looked over at the boys' training and his gaze fell on William. The boy was working hard and getting better each day. He caught up to the older boys that had longer training than him.
