as I sit and write my sadness on paper I hope, my hatred, these words will taper into a nothingness, deep grey void and into her service, I am employed paid with lust and sweat and tears nothing will quiet my voiceless fears the temptation and hatred of you I save shall only grow from my deep grave into a Giest of tumultuous power to be let loose in my final hour to seek the vengeance death cannot hold beneath a headstone, silent and cold and with these words, my lust forlorn with you a bond of hatred I've sworn to seek ny life in shadows of pain and find there the words that cannot explain the reason you hate me, your love has died but nothing replaces the tears I cried their worth to me was immeasurably large and with their theft, it's you I charge the theif of always, silently feeding upon my soul that was constantly bleeding a love vampyre, a soulless wretch selling my feelings, what price did they fetch? immortality amongst my thoughts your love shall comfort the soul it rots.
Reason for writing:
My ex.
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