Life of The Doomed

I'm dying,
I'm crying.

Is this the life that I wanted?
What kind of life do I dream?
All of my dreams have been casted,
Curse everything; I scream.

The epitome of perfection,
That they put me in fashion,
Me; who was their creation,
Is now one of their tension.

Just let me go to the dark,
Where all lights won't be sparked,
Where all sinners were hanged,
Where all the devils happily sang.

Author's Note

This is a little bit dark. I hope you don't mind.