Hotaru

This isn't really a poem or anything just something I wrote about a character in her point of view
I don't own Hotaru...sadly *sniffles*

Dreams. A place to escape from this dreadful pain of existence. or at least used to be until ,y precious dreams became nightmares. they are always about rain.
What a wonderful thing it is. Tis' the worlds way of cleansing itself. Good thing that's not actually true or we would all surely drown.
But oh how welcoming it would be. To die is a privileged I have sought for the longest time. But how woeful it is what those pitiful humans are given such a wonderful thing while i remain in thei immortal state. For death cannot become of thyself.
How lonely it is to be death. How I long to become what i create. But alas, I must exist for all eternity on this wretched planet filled to the brim with hypocritical beings of annoyance. I curse the one who has forsaken me to this place.
But I guess I am not completely alone in this God forsaken Earth. Demons come and go but they at least give me the privilege of company.
How I long to be like them