Betrayal of Life

He had no one left, nowhere to go. His friends had left him, deceived him, made him believe he was fighting for the right side. He had been wrong; he freely admitted it. He now knew the truth, saw the world clearly with his dying eyes. He hoped that others would believe what a big misunderstanding everything was, how foolish he was to believe in the cause. If you had doubted for just one moment, you would be betrayed by what were once your closest friends, and they would not hesitate to end your mortal pain, your last moments, even knowing that something worse awaited you following death. He knew what they felt, for he had once been one of those men, laughing as they watched the victim depart from this life. And now there was no going back, hoping to change his ways. He knew he was doomed to die this death, and all the others would believe it was a fair ending, for they believed he had betrayed them, sold them out to the light side. He had, in a sense, ever since he realized he was fighting for the wrong side, the dark side. He had known it was coming to him, and had long ago accepted the idea that this would one day be the end. Tears had left him long ago, so there was nothing left to do but wait. Wait for the pain to be over, and a new course of life to begin.