Depression

ETERNAL PAIN

Live to suffer. Live in sorrow and misery. What is light in a world of darkness? What is happiness in a world of treachery?

Trumpets of death blow and the beat goes on in your head. The screams of people from hell fire. Loud, jarring voices tear your mind. Everything dissolves, life of thousands dissolve - and these images fixed in your mind.

Worlds appear and disappear, while you watch the immortal fire devour life behind that facade. What you are is of no one's concern, you sorrowful broken glass. You watch as people step on you and bleed.

You're a candle struggling to burn in the harsh wind. Yet your flame will never die and no, this isn't a sign of hope. This is a sign of despair, ever lasting agony. A puny man- trying to survive; trying to face this pathetic world while continuously being stabbed in the back, your heart being shattered, your world dying. They continue to break you. Just when you are about to die, they give you hope and they lift you, your spirits high up and then throw you again. Back to square one. What's the fun in killing when you can torment someone's pathetic soul for eternity. Your soul can't die and no matter which body your soul goes to, the same fate awaits. The storm will never stop, why should it?

You are a plague to this world and people don't take kindly to plagues. They want to eradicate it. How can they eradicate immortality, your soul of course. Your body is only a vessel- what do you do when a vessel is damaged, you throw it away. But the wounds on your soul can never go and will never go. You're a plague that can never whither. You don't want to but you've been cured. Cursed for eternity. You will destroy everything you see, people who you consider friends and family.

You surrender yourself to prayer trying to find an answer but you find out that God has forsaken you. You resort to darkness trying to find happiness, love but even the devil refuses to keep you. What are you?

Anyone who comes in contact with you begins to rot- from the inside slowly the parasites start to obliterate and then finally the victim itself is nothing but a mephitic carcass. You're a beautiful monster, a gangrene beast. Your voice is tumultuous, distorting the balance of the universe- your face is death.

You begin to ask, who are you? What are you?

You are pain. You are suffering.