Languish

The depths of darkness is where I belong

Where death sings to me an eerie song

Fight alone, they say from afar, be strong

But suffering has dwelt in me for far too long

Scathing pain has no sense of right and wrong

How long must I be stabbed with the devil's prong?

I am nothing but shame and despair;

For me, the watcher, they have distaste

From me they scramble with undue haste

For I am nothing but a being disgraced

A scarred demon with her fate interlaced

With the stirrings of hell; A human debased

A thing whose existence they want erased.

I am caught in their emotional snare;

Can I, against this rabid monster, fight?

Does this poor soul possess the right

To think myself human? Am I not the blight

To the few who reach for me? Am I not a fright

To souls who offer love? To slake their plight

I must show mercy- remove the evil sight.

My life is more than they can bear;

In last moments I wish I'd had a friend

One that would, to me, a kind word lend

Alas! Not to be. The knife will descend

Much wrongs will I now amend

From this sorrow I must ascend,

My pain, my tears, my life- must end.

I will let the light of death flare.