A Monster's Final Moments
The embers of my bitter revenge burn low,
and I'm left with lingering anger and disappointment.
Their hatred for me doesn't approach
the profound self-loathing that plagues my existence.
In a final, desperate plea, I raise my gaze skyward.
Even though I have been shown little compassion in my life,
I implore the divine power of God,
a figure known for his mercy.
If the gates of Heaven are closed to me,
where then do I go when I step off this cliff?
Does my damnation await me?
The decision is made.
I shall surrender to the flames that burn within
and embrace the infernal fires of Hell,
where warmth awaits to thaw my numb heart
and eternal damnation grants me respite
from this world's relentless torments.
I leap.
This is my choice, my final act of defiance
against a world that rejected me from the moment of my creation.
Just as swiftly as life had been bestowed upon me,
it was snatched away, like a candle flickering briefly
before being extinguished forever.
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