Tick Tock

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

The clock ticks as I sit and watch it. The time has come. I suppose I should make it known that I intend to die. I have done so many vile and repulsive things that I can no longer make excuses. My time has come to an end. I drew a line for myself, but I crossed it. Do you know what that is like? To set a goal for yourself and fail so fucking miserably? To watch your insides be ripped apart, then look up and see your fucking self?

Of course you don't. 

I drew so many lines that I cannot count them any longer. What do these lines mean? Each line represents someone I hurt, something that I failed to do, someone that left me. I don't even trust myself. Do you trust me? If you do, I will ask you to turn around. Now.

Please don't make this harder than it has to be. I wanted to escape my self inflicted pain, but instead, I brought it here, I docked it, and it rests. Waiting. Waiting for you to take up your cross and follow me. 

I am a god. The Prince of Darkness, they call me; the Prince of Lies; the Deceiver. I am an unapproachable beacon of light that intends to make you suffer. 

Bleed. Bleed out bright. Burn out bright. I watch as your blood pools on the floor, as you asphyxiate yourself trying to stop it. But it is to no avail. I am so sorry that I did this. It was what I was born to do. I was born to kill. I am so deeply sorry, yet I do not regret it one bit.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

My time is up.