Oh black veil of depression envelop me not.
Silence rewards her with sorrow moribund to rot.
A beast that hath scorned is a beast that will know pain.
For I am the beast that karma will burn in misery’s flames.
Purgatory will hold my soul for I cannot leave.
Truth be truth for there are no lies in this self deceit.
I will die wanting more than I ever deserved.
And I will live long stinking here like a putrid evil turd.