The Angel's Hatred
Oh how I hate the world! Damn it in all of its accursedness. The Earth and its inhabitants cause me nothing but pain, and they are all horrid. They are ugly. They are the monsters. How can they not see the soul, the genius behind this porcelain mask? Why must they shun me, despise me, and wish for my death—why must they force me into this Hell? Why do I live here?!
My ears bleed with words I can scream and scream, but—of course!—no one will ever hear. I will cry until my eyes are swollen and sting, and then I will try to see, but nothing will be visible in this eternal darkness. Oh, how I hate the world!
The blood that pulses through my veins is uncontainable, and electric as it sizzles with the ferocity of my anger and rage! I feel my very innards are being melted and burnt away by the acidic abhorrence that charges my bodily fluids. How gruesome I may seem if I were to say that I wish everyone on Earth could suffer this way—surely, then, there would be no resentment, for everyone would live in misery and disgust. They would be like me, would they not?
And how strange the human body is in all of its intricacies—it is so easily destroyed. Perhaps it is a replica of the world? None would disagree if I were to say that society, comprised of naught but flaws, is easy to corrupt and obliterate. Oh, how horrid society is! The body so resembles the environment which it's placed in… and my world, as it may be deemed, is nothing but cruel and vile. How convenient to a monster like me.
With that, I confess that my soul does not wish to sing anymore. It cannot bear it. The volatile effusions that I hold within are too unbearable and uncontrollable; they cannot follow the path of comprehensible, proper melody. If only there was such a melody that could hold my feelings—Please, let it be shown to me! If it cannot be shown to me, let me create it myself!
So over used is the grievous phrase, "woe is me" but it is beyond fitting of my life. This angel—this beautiful, innocent angel—never committed any wrong, I swear it upon my life! Why, then, why?! Why must the world hate me so?! Why must I hate it so?!
Why must this angel be taught naught but hatred?
