[ WP ] Since the beginning of time , you 've been cursed with immortality , but this curse does not grant you permanent youth , it 's a ticket from death . Bones show , and you have n't needed a breath for five centuries . Thousands of years after your gift was given to you ; you realize . You have become Death .

Mortals say that they hold the desire to last forever, that they long to stay with loved ones for as long as they so wish. They complain about sickness and aging and death. They whine at the wrinkled folds across their flesh, and they fear what may happen to them after leaving their human form. 
 
 Foolish mortals. If I could give them all their petty wishes to live forever, I would. They can take my power, my undying ability to continue existing consciously. I ask nothing from them in return. 
 
 After all, this so-called gift of immortality is nothing but a wicked curse. Once upon a time, I was a human such as yourself. I had bright eyes and blood flowing underneath young skin. I had loved ones who made me laugh and who made me cry. 
 
 Centuries have passed since then, and I can barely grasp the memories of that existence. Time is meaningless, time goes by uncounted. The organs in my body disintegrated long ago, and even my bones have long since disappeared into nothingness. 
 
 What is left of me? What is left of me after all this time? 
 
 I am the black darkness in the shadows of your peripheral vision. I am the image of faint smoke curling around your neck before you close your eyes. I am the cool entity that grasps your hand as you let go of your physical body, as I lead you to the other side. 
 
 Thousands upon thousands of years after I was cursed with immortality, I have become what too many humans fear; I have become what is commonly known as ‘ death ’. 
 
 Allow me to sensationalize such an existence, if you can consider it that. Instead of a disgusting creature melting of skin and bone, I am vast emptiness. I am what you fear to be some day. 
 
 Even worse, I have become what I was once running from, what most of you are still afraid of. I have become the bridge from the human existence to The Other Side. I have become Death itself, a perceived monster that steals your loved ones too soon or too cruelly. Of course, there are a large percentage of you mortals that intentionally join me, that take your own lives because of the ridiculous notion that human life is difficult to survive. 
 
 It is pathetic, really. It is pathetic that you all whimper and groan about your lives, and then turn around and stain the Earth with your own kind ’ s blood all because you wish to continue living in power and in vain. 
 
 The human existence is nothing; it is but one easy journey in an impossibly complex universe. 
 
 Next time, before you speak ill about the fear of losing the only life you have ever known, or about how you wish you could end your own pitiful existence, I ask you to think of me. I demand that you think of Death, and its constant existence of being stuck in The Gray rather than always edging Black and White such as mortals do. Consider what it may truly be like to be immortal, aimlessly and airlessly taking lives to The Other Side. 
 
 Be grateful that *you* are not *me*, and perhaps I will spare passing the curse onto you if there ever come a day when my own existence finally reaches its bitter end. 
 
 **Edit: ** I changed or added a few words.
