Soul Regret

Originally, this was just a one off paragraph I wrote, however if enough people like it I'll continue it. I already have a story in mind anyway. Enjoy!

~LaughterInTheShadows

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Of all the things in the world I could regret, of everything I wish I could take back and undo so that they never happened, of all the pain in my life that I have experienced, I would double, no, triple it just to take back what I had done. Even if it meant that I would suffer a life of misery, I would do it just to turn time back - but wait, that was impossible as I already lived in a life of misery and nothing in the world could possibly triple, or just double the pain that dwells inside of me. I would die for it to be that it had never happened, and death would be a fine punishment for what I have done, no more pain, no more hate, and no need to run and hide, even from myself. But that would be unfair, it would bring no justice to my actions, why release me from the pain, whilst others still suffer, they (though the roles seem reversed) deserve death more than I do, at least that was what I kept telling myself.

Humans have hope, because they cannot see Death standing behind them. But what if I was the embodiment, of this so called Death, would they fear me? We fear that which we cannot see, but if they saw me would they still be just as frightened? I am by no means a God, I have no followers, not in that sense. Neither am I the Devil, but I know him. He owns my human soul.

My life is a scatter of greys and blacks, and has no meaning so why do I keep on living?