The End of Oblivion

We saved the world.
We fought so hard to save our lives, to save ourselves.
But we wonder now, what was it all for?
If people are still to suffer, if we’re still going to die, then why did we fight?
What did we win? What was it that we’ve endured so long for?
It’s been too long now; the warm embrace of love has forgotten us.
It’s true; even we ourselves cannot remember what it was like.
We know only that we long for it.
But are we things that can still love?
Or have we been scarred too deeply to be affected by love’s wounds?
I wish I could remember…

They say you’re blessed when you fall in love with someone who loves you for who you are.
That must make us the accursed.
If we’re to be the bane of mankind; the scourge that survived it’s own damnation only to be refuted by the very ones we fought for, then why should we struggle on?
What is the reason for us to protect our lives any longer?
This life may not be so glorious after all…

We hope for the best but expect the worst.
What kind of choices do we have in a life that presents us with such rationalities?
We tried to accept it, and it would not have us.
We fought against it, and it vehemently rejected us.
We’ve tried so hard to love this place that torments us.
Did it ever try to love us?
We don’t want to live forever; we just want to live…

Soon the light will fade from my eyes, and my words will grow silent.
I’ve only one last question, before I leave this place for no other.
Why are we born into a world that does not want us…?

My gift to you, my heinous adversary.
I leave you my soul.
I hope you choke on it.