My first life brought me nothing but wars.

Each day, I slaved away, fighting battles that were not mine.

Willingly was I used by others, forcingly was I a believer of good.

Not able to stand any longer, I plunged my sword into myself, begging for rest.

I had no reason to stay.

To my horror, I awoke to a second life.

This time as a traveler, I avoided staying in one place for too long.

Afraid of reliving my first, I tried my best to be selfish.

Prideful I came, berated I went. It was a sin to be kind to myself.

I had no reason to stay.

I couldn’t die. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t die.

Even though I begged the Father for hundreds of years,

I lived each day painfully, watching the undeserving live a morality unscathed.

Angrily, I swore to never stop welcoming death with open arms.

I had no reason to stay.

But you, a mere boy, dared to cross my path.

You in your rose-colored finery and your rose-colored view.

I have seen your scars, why is it that you still insist on living?

I have never seen a sight so baffling yet so magnificent.

Surely, I have no reason to stay…

The days I used to dread facing,

Turned into days I yearned for.

Experiencing your affection has shaped me into something I never expected,

A grateful, happy being.

Maybe, I do have a reason to stay.

All throughout my lives, I was ready to die.

I made my decision to leave as I saw no worth in this world.

Death is now at my door, waiting for me.

But why do I keep turning back?

Perhaps, I want to see your face for a little longer.

Yes, I think that is why I have decided to stay.