[ WP ] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die

Like bitter Tithonus, I wish to be at an end. To join all else that has coalesced into the heartless, heatless depths. The last remaining energies of the universe. Encapsulated. I. 
 
 All around me erodes and decays. Noir skies flecked with throbbing amber stars rise above. Forcing the last of their energy outward, in one last, proud, push. One final charge to battle, one final throb of heat. I hear them cry. 
 
 `` I am old, frail, and used. But with this last light, know that I existed. I burned with a brightness that made the gods envious. I burned with a heat so virulent that all trembled in fear. I gave the light unto myself. I created worlds, and I destroyed them too. And as I must, I now mark my demise, with this final, throb of light.' 
 
 Oh, to feel that pride. But instead, torpid, broken, on the cracked, dead earth. I lie and watch all die but me. All rots as it should and eventually turns cold. Its warmth dissipates into the black void, both our mother and our murderer. But I exist as an unnatural creature... I exist against logic, against science, against creation. Over my existence in time immeasurable by man, I have seen all that is pure pass into nothing. Yet I lie, on the scorched earth, staring at the stars as they give their final dying breath. 
 
 Am I a god? If so, perhaps this is the fate I must endure. My responsibility to exist after all has left. To be all that is. 
 
 Oh, to feel the pride of death...
