The Darkest Star
--The Darkest Star--
May God obliterate us all. I am in dire need, of death. To conjure up such a blessing...Is somehow considered forbidden fruit.
This is an immense waste of my time, I don't even understand why I bother.
Humankind are parasites.
I see them for the bloodsuckers they are. Yet, I'm left to rot in ash covered dirt.
Burn them all. Myself included.
I confide in seeking justice, in a world where there is none.
I am told what to do and where to go. Not only by vermin, but the overseeing birds alike...
Try spending five hours on a simulated airplane module. With hell spawn kicking your seat every chance they get.
None of this is real. But my torment is.
I call upon the fates to lead me from the dark into the light. Time and time again, to no avail.
I pity myself.
I find remorse in the idea that I ever stepped up to this disgusting slime filled plate.
I want to go home. But alas, I remain bound.
Bound to the idea...One day things will grow in my favor, but the seed is corrupt.
Guilty.
The sheer irony is so bittersweet.
King for naught.
Throne of bones.
In amongst beings that could never accept me as one of their own.
Always traded for the next best thing. Every. Chance. They. Get.
The abomination to be feared.
The worlds loneliest outcast.
To think this much time goes into making my life a living hell, is blatant treachery.
There's no reward for living an entire life, at the receding end of dismay.
Quite the opposite.
I just want mine own peace.
Mine own life.
Apparently, this is too much to ask.
''For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul''?
I hate you all for what's been done to me.
Held captive against my will...I will not stand for it.
Good luck cockroaches.
May God have mercy on your souls.
Copyright © Mr Pickles | Year Posted 2022
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