siko

Here is the story without punctuation marks and without other objects He was born in a city that never slept Not because it was alive But because fear kept its eyes open He learned silence before language And shadows before light When his name was erased The darkness gave him a new one Time tried to slow him Death tried to claim him Both failed Now he sits where kings once begged Watching the world move too fast Waiting for the moment it remembers him He does not chase destiny Destiny finds him He does not speak of the past Because the past still follows him