Chronicles of Desire

Empire.

It's the start of the end

I sit in this cold, desolate tomb; the surrounding walls seep darkness and dread. Is this how it ends for me? Surrounded by the agonized screams of the people of whom I am akin to? Their pained wails as they suffer through this massacre of innocents: mothers, children, brothers, fathers... Is this really how it all ends for me?  Alone and without a care for the ones who look to me for support.
Is this all in my head?

Surrender the throne.

I hear them now. Closer. The voices of my people have burned out. All that is left are the cries of victory from my enemies.
They're inside now.
They're coming for me.
They want all that I have. But I have nothing, they have destroyed all that I had. The only thing of worth that I still hold is my life. I assume they want to take that from me as well.

The blood on my hands covered the holes.

I can't let them see how they're affecting me.  I can't show them my pain... I have to keep my pride. But... why hold something as petty as pride on such a high pedestal? Where would that get me? I'd probably fall to the same level as those who want me gone. I can't allow that to happen, I won't allow myself to dig my own grave. I have to get out.
I can't stay trapped in my own head.

We've been surrounded by vicious cycles.

There is no escaping this.

The end; and we're truly alone.

Nobody can help me now. The only hope I have is in myself. With that dwindling dangerously, will I be able to survive this?
It doesn't matter what we have in life; how many friends, how wealthy we are... all of that leaves us in death.
I see that now, that all my life's work was meaningless in the end.
If we had the choice to take one thing with us in death... What would you choose? What is there to choose when there's nothing left?

The scars of your heart are yours to atone.

This is all my fault. I pushed the only ones that truly cared for me away. I hurt them... They deserved better anyway. I didn't deserve to be in the presence of an angel like that, untainted and uncorrupt. I didn't want to destroy their grace with my sinner mannerisms. That's how I knew we would never work out.
The saint and the sinner.
The devil and the angel.
That's why I had to push it away... My Angel. The joy in my world.
Wouldn't it have been nice if it had worked out between us, if I could acknowledge that not everybody had to have an underlying darker wish like me?