Literature
Amnesiatic Vengance
Let liars, lie, the lying man of endless desperation,
For it is not they who need repair;
A sin I repent, or share, do I dare declare?
A burden I can no longer bear?
Sanctuary, to you I thank; and grant sincerely my salvation,
Only to wind up in lasting consternation,
Do I allow, to slide, my mind to reprieve?
As my body to abrasion I shall weave.
Seeking help, that I now regret, you think came so abrupt,
How was I to know, in darkest night, I would end up so corrupt?
Hence my forthcoming sentence to damnation,
Death does call me, in which I find celebration.
The creeping shadows that pass me by,
Aghast my mouth, part once to cry