Here I lie
In this pool of red, awaiting my last breaths, seeking the final end
And yet, is there nothing more to be said
About the lives I have taken, the things I regret
Was there nothing more but this mere imagining I wrought
Forth upon a world lay sleeping and bare
What am I to say? That my musings were pure
Their pain for my pleasure, was it not the existence befit of a God
Did I sit too high atop the throne of ambition? Flying too close to an unforgiving sun
It placed its knife in my gut. I screamеd forth
Why
Was I not befit of your love
The bеast that lived within me now slumbers, its claws and teeth too far away to brace this clarity
I see clearly the depths of the depravity I reaped forth from the tit of innocence
Once blind but, I see clearly, your portrait in my mind
O'How the walls of this empty home scream the names of women I have saved
Not saved
Silent no longer
I was merely a pawn in God's game
He wishes me to suffer in vain as the villain of a story so cleverly plotted out for me
An artist truly worthy of the name
This painting I so painfully ripped from the pits of my soul now spill across this cold barren floor
And I bellow out, what was it all for
What was it all for
In this pool of red, awaiting my last breaths, seeking the final end
And yet, is there nothing more to be said
About the lives I have taken, the things I regret
Was there nothing more but this mere imagining I wrought
Forth upon a world lay sleeping and bare
What am I to say? That my musings were pure
Their pain for my pleasure, was it not the existence befit of a God
Did I sit too high atop the throne of ambition? Flying too close to an unforgiving sun
It placed its knife in my gut. I screamеd forth
Why
Was I not befit of your love
The bеast that lived within me now slumbers, its claws and teeth too far away to brace this clarity
I see clearly the depths of the depravity I reaped forth from the tit of innocence
Once blind but, I see clearly, your portrait in my mind
O'How the walls of this empty home scream the names of women I have saved
Not saved
Silent no longer
I was merely a pawn in God's game
He wishes me to suffer in vain as the villain of a story so cleverly plotted out for me
An artist truly worthy of the name
This painting I so painfully ripped from the pits of my soul now spill across this cold barren floor
And I bellow out, what was it all for
What was it all for
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