Ophelia

O quam tristis et afflicta...

In my mind there is just one word...

A litany of sins and hatred...

I must die this time...

Contristantem et dolentem...

In flux the patterns shift and repose...

Arabesques of abyssal darkness...

The tender recompense of dreams...

I see the ending... there is but one path left to take...

I know the future... only I can take it all away...

There is no second chance...

There is no afterlife...

No goddamned repentance...

All that is left is the deed itself...