Eternity

Nations climb and crumble before my eyes.
Loved ones turn to dust and tears and memories,
and now all I've learned is to despise
this "gift," this curse, this torture.
Eternity.
Solitude.
Bitterness.

I watched creations enough to warm any heart,
yet always they made me cringe.
Another candle lit, only to be snuffed out.
I have no heart,
for I, I am the sun.
I burn alone in deep blackness,
watching the candles melt one by one.
Candles I lit and cherished. 

My life light burns as bright as ever,
but the spark died long ago.
I'm not human, if I ever was.
I am more, and yet I am so much less.
Tears dried up long ago,
laughter was smothered in its cradle. 
I wander alone, observing but unable to touch.
I am not human.
I am nothing.
I am space.
I am eternal.

And now all I can wish for is an end.
An Apocalypse.
Relief.

But it will never come, I know,
so I make the road my home.
Home is where the heart is.
I have no heart, I have no home.
I will wander till all is but dust and debris,
always searching for Death's final embrace,
always knowing that it will never come.

And I will suffer, suffer forever.
Eternal and alone.