Honor was beautiful

So I sit here. In this room where light will not dare linger. The void that is this room is over powering. I feel my self peel away at the skin. The fear is towering and anguish rots my expression. With this confession that I pin I hope to have clarity. To freely express the impressions of my heart.

I am at fault. I am the one to wear the liars crown. I cut her down. Took the life thar was not mine. Here name was honor. I lost her through the actions I bought. The ones that wrought. She was mine. As the days pass the distractions hide the obvious truth. I turned my back on my word. So there is nothing left