Slave within the grave
"You know, I always say people are too dependent, always looking for someone to tell them how to live their lives, whats wrong and whats right. Personally I don't really care, what's right is what puts a meal on my table, clothes on my back.
Such idiocy among humanity, just makes it almost too easy. Quivering to the thought of loss, licking their lesions of pain life carved deep into their souls, self-pitting, just discussing humans.
Some call me abuser, some a saint, I don't care much about what they say, in reality I just have a few talents, different from the average idiot that is the human.
I mean, how can you resist their necessity to find themselves into your words, to fill into the blanks if you will, you throw them a bone and they give you the whole skeleton.
I don't think anyone ever realizes just how much a thought is worth, how much of themselves they give you. A look to the side, remembrance, sparkle in their eyes, hope. Just too easy.
But I like coveting illusions, building their worlds, lifting them higher and higher, just to watch them crash down into the pit of their own hopelessness. Bits and pieces of souls, just waiting for me to feed upon.
And I go out of my way, well out of what they consider normal, just to get a taste of their hate. Even now, as you lie here, cold, stiff, lifeless. The water that washes off your body will serve me, the tie around your palms fixed into position, the deadened locks dangling from your head, even your nails. All objects of the cult of hate humans created.
Lifeless, draining, perfect! Even the purity of the soil you'll be buried into can be twisted into their selfish use, just by taking some of it, and soaking it into the last water to ever touch your body. Then, they will take this tiny poison of my hands and feed it to the ones they hate. A single drop will do the job.
Continuing on with their lives, expecting prosperity, health, on the backs of their enemies misery. It doesn't last forever, they don't know, oh how I long to see them in the moment they find out.
I will take your beyond and tie you to some unfortunate soul, one attacked secretly by envy, by an enemy they never thought they had. It is what I live off, what I eat from. Lower than the lowest instincts of some hatred ridden pest, some leech that doesn't realize just how much dread they are putting on their soul.
And it makes me happy, to hand them the match of the fire they choose to burn in. After all, I am not the one that will suffer, for I am merely the middle man.
Even now, you my beautiful are helping me live. Faith or not, doesn't matter, religion, institution, saints, nothing matters. All that it ever was, and will be is the intent. And I know, there is nothing easier than giving in to the urge to hate, patience, morality, love, they take forever to build.
Give me your beyond, and I promise you another lifetime next to a stranger that will never know you are there. Is there anything more to life after death than that? Have another idiot do all the work for you, take all the pain and give you all the joy and happiness?
No my dear, this was meant to be your fate, and I am the one to seal it. I only hope that one day, another like me does the same for this life craving soul."