Martyr in the Void

Lying on a bed isolated and desolated suffering the pains of humanity. Long years of yearning for love, happiness, and tranquility. Yet, expectations were not met. Once a healthy, animated, and remarkable individual. Full of warmth, delightful smile, and gregarious. This individual was never departed, especially with a lover. Years later, wandered off into the sullen bleakness, love and happiness never knocked the door.

"If I went back to correct my mistakes, I would never remain in this state!" says the individual staring into the mirror.

"Why do my surroundings demand my perfection? Aren't we flawed as well? Does humankind take everything for granted to the point where perfection is seen as reality rather than a fantasy? I gave it all I could. It's gone now! I feel as subhuman or inhuman as I would name it! Everything lies in ruins now. It's true! Aren't humans supposed to be kind-hearted and symbiotic as they say?!"

"This earth lives in a world of dreams. Why? It's only one life on this earth. Each life comes with a destiny and we choose to live by it." says a nameless figure from the mirror.

"I used to be a dreamer, now I see this world in it's true shapes and colors. I battle the hardships of misery with my kindness and passion, yet I remain misanthropic. Not to the point I wish the population through extinction."

"Your statement made me chuckle. Why do you continue to lend a hand to these pathetic beings when all they have rewarded you was shallowness and harm?"

"It's who I'm mean't to be"

"Your destiny is mean't to be full of love and kindness?! Is that what you said?! Enough of your words, they are amusing. Like myself, you seem to be a fallen angel. Your destiny is to shed blood of mankind. Not to love and save their troubles. You are their servant of torment and humiliation. They are the supreme rulers of malice. Slaves have less power over their masters. That doesn't mean it's impossible to become the master of their masters. Insist to become of my nature!"

"I refuse to! Taking their lives doesn't mean it justifies what they deserve. Humans are humans, even though I despise them, taking a life is an act of being futile and childish! It's my heart and senses that cause myself to be a pessimistic and skeptic being. I'm running from the truth because the truth is on a manhunt towards my conscience. So I'm secured by insecurity and cynicism. I never want to make the same mistakes again! It is I who deserves to blame!"

"Why are you afraid of being who you were mean't to be? Do you not know that if you loathe your true self, you will never progress? It is your fate, accept it! You are not at fault of your quintessence. Those who betrayed, smite, and beguile you, they deserve the same mortification, but with zero mercy and barbarism. Lacerate and lacerate them until their souls depart!"

"With no apology, your logic is denied. I have accomplished nothing after crushing souls into my hands. However, it is I who I shall lacerate and sacrifice. Therefore, I achieved by declaring peace to my suffering. A farewell letter to Mother Earth is unnecessary. Those whom I love and cared for understand the motive behind my final moment here. To hell with you as well, you were beyond my aid..."

The conversation between the individual and the unknown figure was written in a book. Soon, blood rushed the floor streaming down the knife of the heart. Phone full of missed calls, piano intact with dust, unread emails, social network profile with no recent posts, mailbox flooded with letters, and a stereo attached to a music playing device streaming a modern classical song. Throughout the months, those who knew this individual were full of anxiety due to the absence while being in the form of a corpse. When discovered, devastation and pandemonium occurred. Strangers were crestfallen. The book was found by a trespasser and later published it which became a popular story. The funds were going to the family of the individual. It influenced pop culture as well. Humanity either learned from it's mistakes or the cycle continued.