Tears flow down your face, the life giving crimson essence rushes from your veins, and a final comfort reaches your heart.

One simple task that you have undergone in hopes of undoing all the damage I've caused your soul.

"See what you've made me do?" I would cry out if only you would be there to hear it.

Because of what you've done, I'll forever be tormented by the ghost of what lamentably once was.

I lie awake at night crying over the lasting memory of the face that taught me to love.

I lie awake crying not because I love you or because I miss you for that'd be much easier.

I cry because I wanted you gone and have what I want but still have not satisfaction.

I have not satisfaction because you are dead, but my hands are clean.




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