From the beginning of days I knew I would fade away.

Fade away from wick to wax to dust…

Wasn’t that enough?

Isn’t the slow decay of my life enough to satisfy you evil one?

I only have what feels like centuries to go, yet my drilling pain has not yet been alleviated.

Is it just me that you are after?

If it is, why so demonic fallen angel?

What is it that resides in the void of my soul you ever so desire?

Is it love, hope, faith, a crutch?

A hidden stairway back to heaven?

A heaven which you rejected and denied?

The answer will continue to be unknown.

I’ve been programmed to die since the date of my first birth.

I’ve lived hundreds of lives only to die the way I did within the first.

Death through suffering and pain.

I continue to feel that pain centuries later.

I’m flatlining within your palms.

The palms of a malevolent being of infinite power.

God help me…

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