Dark and deep alone I will sit,
within the cell I have created for me.
The chains,
wither the flesh about my joints,
and make me curse each passing day.
So alone,
Dark and deep alone I will sit,
within the cell I have created for me.
The chains,
wither the flesh about my joints,
and make me curse each passing day.
So alone,
no one to hear my cries, my laughter, my aging…
I have no one…. to even hold my hand.
Have I been so hard, so callius,
not to cling to those times that I had my own.
Another heart to warm, and soul to hug.
Blinded by the persuit of my own future,
I lost track of my friends…
now I can’t find them any more.
Lost in the mists, the darkness of my hold.
Left only to swing blindly at echos,
memories that will only serve to drive my daggers deeper.
My Lord what have I done? Why am I forgotten?
The scars on my soul, and the blood on these blades,
is the only input to keep me warm.
Please, I beg you….
…return to me an angel, and I shall do your work.
Please, I am so alone…….