You took my heart, and now left me here to die in the deepest pit of affliction. You consume my thoughts, and they destroy what sanity is left of me, the weight of this pain is crippling my soul. A constant pain has engrossed me, like a demonic force disintegrating my inner self. We had everything we wanted, you had me, and I had you which was what mattered. But now, what matters is that I stay alive, and that I fight the constant battle against myself, and end up victorious. The cuts in my wrist are deepening, and the blood is eternally exuding from my body. Soon my veins will be arid, and there will be nothing left of me. My flesh will deteriorate and my organs will desiccate and all that will be left is my skeleton. I am dead. Even though you can see me and hear me, if you look into my eyes, there is nothing left, just a pit of emptiness, a vortex of winding emotions that have bottled up inside of me. You have killed me because you have loved me. You have annulled me, my mind, my soul, and everything that once was. Love is murder.
