Be-throned in this black veil,
nothing can see me not even the dead of night.
As god I do pray will try to find me,
I run into the woods to find my resting spot,
only to find your corpse.

I feel it is my fault that you are dead now,
I take complete blame.
Now I feel as if every ones hatred is upon my soul,
Burning decreeing that I must be exiled to the fullest.
Now feeling alone you where the last I had I want you to know I'm sorry,
so very, very sorry.

Pain and suffering isn't enough for me I must be,
with the thought of your death on my mind,
all times watching me day in, day out.
Feeding on my depraved wretchedness,
Never to hear your voice again until that glorious moment, my death provides
me with the knowledge.

Though I sit upon these blistered and corroded hands,
I feel there stares, staring me into oblivion,
yet there actions are outright distasteful,
they have the right.

Now I sit alone in my only corner of a wall,
bent over on bloody knees,
mourning your loss and my demise,
I wont stop grieving for you,
until i feel I have lost all feelings,
which i fear is so close.
Fare the well
 
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