a simple plea

standing before you, defiant and cold,
with the LCP heavy in my grip, I unfold—
a simple plea, one truth I ask you to give:
tell me I am unworthy, undeserved to live.

in your gaze, my reflection dies slow,
one eye fading, withering, losing its glow.
since that moment, I feel just half of the earth,
since that moment, I just speak everything half-truths.

before I follow the path, crimson and steep,
tracing the blood of my German savior,
tell me, please, one small thing—
that life, for me, is undeserving.

i seek no forgiveness, no comforting lie,
my fate is sealed; I’m ready to die.
when the end comes, blame it all on me,
bear the weight of my flawed destiny.

by dawn, when you wake, I’ll be but a shade,
a name cursed, a mistake made.
a monster, a symbol of hate’s cruel hand,
a hollow ghost in a broken land.

yet, even now, I’d die by your side,
feel my blood, no need to hide.
don’t fear, there will be no sound—
only you, my love, will remain around.

In the end, I am the shadow you wish had never crossed your path, am I not, Mr.?