You can see me?
I only ask because you’re much younger than those I normally greet-
How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself-
Let us leave that for later.
What has brought you here?
What grotesque grind hath you grounded yourself to in order to grip at ersatz freedom?
I wish you could hear me.
In these final moments you deserve someone to tell you that “everything is going to be okay”,
But you’re alone,
Laying on a cold floor,
In a dark room,
You remind me of someone I knew-
I’m sorry to say, but she was selfish-
She’s the reason I stand before you today,
As a monster.
She brought forth the first end I had to witness-
And I’ve been trapped ever since.
She wanted a peaceful life,
I tried to help her,
But once all the “loud” things in her life were gone, she was alone.
She threw away what made life beautiful:
The weird and wonderful.
She ended her - and so many other - lives without ever brandishing a weapon.
She was a monster.
I’m not here to say that you are.
I have come to take you to a place where you can feel at peace-
I know I may not look comforting, but I am here-
It pains me to watch you there,
I wish I could place my hand upon you and make sure you know someone is here.
You must think I’m a dream,
A longing for someone-
To be there for you.
I didn’t ask to crumble mountains,
I didn’t ask to burn civilizations,
I didn’t ask to feel others pain-
To ***** out their light with the placement of a hand.
I miss being close to people,
I had to push myself away because I can’t risk hurting those I love.
I bet you felt the same?
You knew lying here would be much harder if there were people out there looking for you.
I can tell you, there still are.
Right now, I bet you can see a warm light growing brighter-
I still remember when I saw it-
And the stinging in your skin has grown weaker,
You feel calmer.
I reached out to that light,
Looking back on the lifeless corpse I once was,
And I was finally free!
It was kind,
But like Icarus - my wings melted away - I fell.
Time, to you, being a concept bringing forth the inevitable end.
Time, to me, my father.
Father Time expected much from me-
I was his final hope-
As his other three children failed him:
War, slowly growing in anger and sadness.
Pestilence, wasting away and destroying the life around them.
Famine, withering alone with no future goals.
Time made me stay,
He awaited a Baby New Year to carry on a legacy but I could not.
Yet still I accepted his everflowing hourglass,
Yet still I accepted his Scythe,
Yet still I stood within a world where I don’t belong-
My life and humanity fading until I was unrecognizable-
A monster among men.
I remember the day someone called me that,
And they truly meant it.
That was the day I made it so only people who needed me could see me-
I’m still quite sorry you can-
I wish others could hear the words I have to say.
I cursed myself more than anyone else could.
It’s not your time to die little sparrow,
I wish I could help you,
But my fate is far worse than yours- I would never wish it upon another.
Take my hand.
I almost forgot- hello, my name is