Lost

"God's little joke!" The demon says with every drop that falls from my wrists, I still sit, weak. visions of an Angel dances through my fading sight the one that once loved me but now like the demon, laughing and cursing my existence. Perhaps in hell I will be loved even if just as a toy that forever be torn asunder.
The world will go on as it did before me. I might get lucky and be erased from the mind that I once called my love and erased from the universe never to have existed. The demon is right I have been God's little joke since my first breath, and as my consciousness fades and my last breaths rattle from my chest I want to say your right the world is better with out me.
lost in the past, drowning in sorrow regrets the weights tied to your feet, struggling, casping for breath, praying for the sweet relief of death no mercy for the damned and no rest for the wicked.