You're dead.
You're done.
You can't escape.
Westward goes the sun.
theres no way
that you should expect
that you can come back
rise and reflect
wait and attack.
because you chose your doings.
and YOU were chosen
to be the one
who is forever lonesome.
All you can do
is sit and cry
listen to the crickets
while you lay and cry
do you hear them mourn?
that's all you will hear.
because you were cruel
to everyone, my dear.
i am writing this
with a burning passion
i hope you burn too
become ashen
