This is the darkened room in which I lie, accompanied by regret of times gone by.
Of moments lost and chances now expired. Of a wearied soul and a heart, hollow and tired.
The poisoned needles of regret prick at my skin, its malevolent liquid fire to seep within.
Like spider-webbing seep throughout my veins; encircling, intensifying the smallest of my pains.
Entreaties for forgiveness are swallowed by the black. Mournful, desperate pleas for a chance of turning back.
Never a moments reprieve or merciful word. For never before was such torture so justly deserved.
The faces that shadow my vision comfort me not, a bitter taste of something much rather forgot.
Their touch burns though not with tongues of flame, but steely, unyielding ice that scars me all the same.
In all the gloom I see but one solitary light. A single flicker of something, an inspiration to fight.
Flickering and dying but existent still, a fresh source of hope from which i take my fill.
I feel it’s presence waver in my heart, a tentative glimmer I fear shall soon depart.
I do not wish to forget my sin, or lessen the burden I bear within.
My hope is not of a respite from pain, but that my evils shall never occur again.
So here I end … forever to lie, haunted not by time gone by.
But given peace by the good I do, in preventing myself from hurting you.