What they have done to my mind will never be undone. They endless hours of pain and suffering, pounding away at my sanity, has taken its toll. Their horrendous methods vary, but all have the same intent, purpose. To drive every last drop, every last speck, of the civilized human I once was, and turn me into a mere scrap of flesh with a broken, shattered mind. Slowly, oh, ever so slowly, they have driven all traces of sanity from my mentality.
My life has lost purpose. My heart may still beat, and my lungs may still breathe air, but I am not truly alive. My thoughts never stay together. My mind is broken, ruined, it's once-renowned brilliance gone. Tics and twitches are the only movements I make, random and uncontrollable, my body now frail and completely drained of its former strength. I now remain mute, immobile, and barely able to keep myself alive. The worst torture of all is that they have let me live. At the sound of every heartbeat, I wish for their steady thumps to cease, with every breath, I wish for them to no longer transpire.
Oh, sweet Death, how I long for your cold, inviting embrace, how it shall free me from the torture of life. I long for the wintry, icy taste of you on my lips, as I eagerly leave behind the pain and desolation of this world. Free me now, for to live means no more to me. I am but I tattered scrap of a soul, deprived of all that once made it living. Oh, precious Death, for you are they only thing I crave, desire, I desperately thirst for. I beg you, take me into your household, I shall stand steadfastly at your door, for eternity if I must.
My humble plea for freedom is all I ask. I am too far gone in this state for anyone to care about me. I have nobody now. Save me, save me from my lonesomeness, for I await your company. This body I remain in is nothing but a prison. The mind I once controlled is gone. I am nothing.
Oh, save a soul such as I! Surely there is room for a wisp like myself? My psyche is shattered, all that still remains is in fragments. Sweep what remains of me into the folds of your midnight robe, and whisk me away to the everlasting slumber of peace you bring. May this be my final request, my last desire. Do my entreaties reach your divine ears? Can you hear my feeble cries for liberation?
I shall beg and plead no more, and await your coming. Forever, if I must. I shall slowly deteriorate along with this body, waiting for you, always. My only thoughts will be of the freedom you shall bring, the liberty, all the joys of the afterlife. It is here, alone I shall wait, for your enticing, wondrous being, come to free me of this broken, tattered body that I now reside in. Eternity may last forever, but I shall fervently wait for your long-awaited coming, oh, beautiful Death. Save me, and this troubled soul I remain as will finally be at peace.
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Pleas With Death
Short StoryUm, my writing is really Death-oriented, don't know why, so I'll just put some of the darker stuff here. I'm normal-ish on the outside, but on the inside, well, my mind is a dangerous place. Have fun reading depressing tales of life and death.
