Consider this

Consider this. You’re an angel, bright white like the sun, shining only in the inherent absence of night; otherwise reflected off cold stone. 

Consider this. You’re frozen in a lake of glass, eyes glued open as shards bury deep into the flesh and viscous fluid. 

Consider this. You’re a daemon, cast out of hells most violent flames, your soul too bitterly dark for even Lucifer’s mercy. 

You try. You extend a hand and grip with all your force. But the petals drop of the rose with each passing second. And nothing you can do will stop the inevitable. They all die. Your contaminated heart leaks poison through each severed vein but it’s not enough. It still ferments and boils in your blood. You’re poison. People come into your life and they’re touched by your evil and they simply can’t live any longer. It sucks their life out and streams of tears and pain and anguish. It enters their souls in the form of cancer and wounds of the mind and scars of the psyche and drains every last drop of hope from their existence. Your evil does that. And no amount of repentance and begging will save them. 

Consider this. You’re a sinner, shaking and sweating in the pew as you await your turn for confession. 

Consider this. You’re a child, a small innocent being amongst the ticking reeds and scratching brambles. 

Consider this. You never were real.