THE PAIN...

IT BOILS...

AND I WANT TO DIE...

I REALIZE THAT I

CAN'T SAY THIS GOODBYE...

THE TEARS START TO FALL -

THE KNIFE STROKES MY SKIN...

THE OTHERS ARE GONE

BUT MY PAIN NEVER ENDS.

SUFFERING COMFORTS ME

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT...

SOBBING FOR REBELS TO

MAKE THINGS FEEL RIGHT...

BUT THE PIERCED AND THE DYED...

THEY ARE ALL TERRIFIED...

NO MATTER WHO HOLDS ME -

THE ONE THAT SURVIVED...

NOTHING CAN CHANGE

WHAT THE OTHERS HAVE DONE...

THEIR SECRETS UNRAVELLED -

THEY LEFT ME UNDONE...

AND KNEELING HERE NOW

BEFORE THEIR DARKENED ALTER...

I KNOW TEARS WILL COME

EVERY TIME THAT I FALTER...

FALLING PREY TO THE FOE

THAT I NEVER HAVE QUELLED -

I HAVE NOT WON THIS WAR...

BUT AT LEAST I HAVE HELD.