Immortal Suffering
I am so mad at myself for what I have just done.
broke a heart, I took a life, I stole a soul.
The heart I broke was that of m loves, and the life i took the same.
Because when you break a heart you kill that person inside which then gives you the power to steal their soul.
And now that my bloodlust is quenched, my love s dead and for that I am truly sorry and dare I say pissed!
For I am a slave to my own emotions.
That heart I broke, that love I let die, was not worth it.
So now I live with this guilt, this shame!
Forever!
Because f my wrong doing, my stupidity, and my loss is it that now I have to suffer.
Forever.
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