The Degenerate’s So-Called Tragic Backstory
by Viktor Tejada
I’d like to think that I am a hero,
or that I will become one eventually.
I just can’t help but wait for that tragic event to happen;
the one that will push me to become a hero in the future.
However, after years of waiting,
of wanting to know the truth,
and uncovering my true origin,
I have found myself in the realm of complacency.
Distracted by the unknown,
I now know none.
I still know none.
For I was wrong, apparently the world did not twist.
Rather, it spun.
I just wish I had known it sooner
before all of this had already begun.
This is my tragedy.