murder

my untold tales of sorrow lulls my heart into a deep slumber.
melancholy is a hatchet that drives down—penetrating on my tormented soul.
was not you who promised to save me [to lift you from guilt]?
heroically, you wanted to liberate me from the constraints that you yourself carefully laid around me.
i was blinded with your gentle words.
your whisper is an ominous black mist that continuously engulfs my being—far from being free.
my heart is dead, my soul gone cold in abyss.
you summoned freedom but it was too late.
my time has come…
my blood soaked the clouds of heaven, turning it into a crimson red display.
my body had gone numb—lifeless.