Candied Confessions-Mridara
I lost myself somewhere.
All I do is exist,
Ambitionless,
Willless,
Lifeless.
They all killed me and now they blame me for what I am,
I am nothing but their work of art,
Shaped intricately by their thorns and venom.
They killed me.
And now everyone’s gone.

I am so alone in my own gore.

- 27 / 8 / 2006