Blackened Tale: My purpose

Everything in this world possess a purpose,
From the grandeur of an eagle in flight,
to the fierce might of a lion,
even the swift cunning of the smallest mouse.
Each being is given the will to survive,
Given a place to belong to.
Each being is given a special piece of reality,
Freedom,strength,survival.
Humans possess all aspects..
But me? I was different....From the beginning.

"Let us celebrate death..."
Even in my youth,I realized i possessed no real purpose,
My will to live,was always tainted,
Twisted around the thorns of my maddened reality.
Even around others I knew i lived in a world of nothingness.
It enclosed around me, clawed into me, until i just became...
I was always the hideous outcast,
The thorny black rose in their garden of red ones.
With or without friends the nothingness persisted,
This hell called loneliness, cold flames of hatred,
Stabbing my withered black heart...


"Its time...to violate the order of this reality..."
The time came when i finally realized my purpose,
I was here...to complete this putrid world.
The world must be charged with nothingness,
Emotions..though they hinder us,are useful weapons.
Anger,resentment,hatred ultimately leads to madness,
The father of nothingness...Be the child of madness...
That is my purpose,
My reason to survive.
A wonderful story written in black blood.