I feel, an emptiness,
An overwhelming sense of loathing,
Shadowing my senses, ensnaring my mind,
Unforgiven I guess I am,
An arbiter to my soul,
Martyr for an angel,
Lamenting my loss,
Of nothing, of a curse,
My gain of everything,
Of a blessing in its own right,
Of a life worth living, my own,
I have gained it all,
But I have remorse for this,
For I am nothing but a shell.
