Anger comes swiftly
Guilt comes too late...
- Inferno
What has become of my Elysium...
The poem I wrote you
It was on my wrist...
The scent that lingered,
Diffused in the darkness...
Dark eyes
And a light soul...
All the tears that I have shed......
How I wish I were dead...
I'm sorry to inform you
Dearest friends and guests...
I stand in the darkness,
unafraid of death...
Innocence leaked away the moment we met.
My eyes are cold and aged, but I don't regret...
I remember well
The depths of hell...
Barely breathing,
This time pain has struck me good...
Swept me so effortlessly into your grip
Fascinated by your pitch black eyes...