A gift of malice for thee

forever, i have known this portrait
torn from my abyssic soul
its colours now caressed the world
forlorn as the nightsky, she appeared

her silhouette guided me forward
a mere gesture, and the mist parted
the invitation was mine
if only it were not in jest

he came to her
silent embrace
i remained stedfast
he spoke unto me
"begone!"

the hatred wells inside
why do you vex me so?

your deceision has forever encaged me
fear me (hear me) now, for my name is despair