Who are you really?

I am no one.

I was born no one and I will die that very same way.

Over the course of my currently short life I have accomplished very little in all truth, small things here and there yet in thegranfd scheme of things they amount to nothing and once my eyes close never to open again and I fade to dust I will be forgotten.

In life I’m just another face in the crowd to many.

To others I was the arbiter of their pain and everything that was evil in their world.

Never was I anything good to anyone, nor did I really desire to be.

Greed was my governing sin, followed closely by pride, lust and wrath.

Regardless it doesn’t matter because in the end I will be nothing more than I currently am, nothing.