Tarnished Trepidation

With a dissatisfying taste in my mouth, I swallow what's left of my pride, as I am fed my last meal.
Remember how I claimed to be less than a pious being?
You can now leave me father, no words could excuse me now.
No words could excuse me now.
Each iron bar holds a secret meaning, given during my time here.
Each iron bar holds a different face, tarnished before my time here.
The once feared "man dressed in black", now a symbol of anticipation.
My only regret, not being able to ride my soul of these minacious voices.
With time they have grown, colder pushing my ego to an intense solstice.
I am ready to go in peace, the time is right.
I was foolish to believe, that I could single-handedly save humanity.
The sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived.
But beware, where I failed,
Someone will inevitably succeed.
Someone will succeed.
My legs and arms are now braced tightly.
I feel my pulse through these shackles.
Frail and frigid I lay, hopelessly on the confines of the silver table known to me as my death bed.
Slowly losing control, growing number.
My eyes close.
I bid myself farewell.
As to those whose lives were lost on the account of these homicides, the sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived.
I was conceived.