Reqviem

I have traveled many lands and seen many things.I am not a brilliant person.I won't cure cancers and I won't send people on Mars.I am not rich nor poor.Cause the nature really gave me only two things at my birth: the right to die, and till that point, to guide me,it gave me insight. I won't write bestseller books.I won't move masses. I can only reach into the most obscure corners of human mind and pull out whatever I like.
I am broken and suffering is my keeper. No, I don't cut myself or have suicidal eerie dreams or thoughts. I just live with it a sort of concubinage.A symbiosis. And all was fine.
But what is there to do when you find someone that enters your soul and pour themselves into it's cracks,making a broken soul feel whole? It's a more pleasant sensation,but scary none the less.Cause now, again, your soul is in a position to decay from.
I have murdered the souls of many people. Shattered their dreams and so their future. But I always was an outsider to them. How can I carry the thought that one day, my soul will be murdered from the inside? Cause if I learned something, it's that everything mortal fades. Disipates. The buildings, the affection, the love. Like a time juggler, I forsee my future. My ending. It's meant to happent. It is written that a day will come when my hatred will infect the one holding my soul together.Like a mold in an old wall. And then I will be left with nothing than my own memory of the past.
But what if what I feel is not the creation of mortal beings? What if it's everlasting? Then I can only assume I found something immortal...
My immortal...