Softly, I ask, for why do I feel sorrow,
Is it from years that have passed,
Or could it be the time that I borrow?
…

And as I turned around, I was presented by darkness, nothing but a void of absolute emptiness, staring me in the face, as if death had rang the bell early and was welcoming me home, after a lengthy voyage
…

Wretched, wrecked, warped his mind may surely be...
Disgusted, determined, detailed vengeance he will seek...
Wronged he fucking was, this one thing is certainly sure...
Ending her pathetic life, nothing could be of any more pure
…

I think about it sometimes…
And always I will…
It’s not as if I’ve lost my mind…
I’ve only lost how to feel
…