My End

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This is not what I desire

This endless bitter pain

This is more than I can take

I bleed from my eyes; these empty cold tears


As you there – on the lap of a stranger

In a garden I bedeck with these very hands

What I desired backfired on me

My true faith betrayed me


With bloody eyes- my insides scream

This pain wills no scars behind for you

At last, my only true friend creeps in

Depression and despair – those I truly believe


A filthy smile slowly fading; depression speaks,

“feel the guilt – crucify yourself

cleanse yourself of the betrayal you suffer

join your forgotten ones

in the realm of despair”

Ixmaeal Naail

aka "Blood"

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