The sacrifice has been offered...the darkness of life now consumes...
As a result, desperate; yet futile cries of my soul for salvation are silenced by harmonies of dissonance...
The transformation is inevitable. Irreversible. Complete.
The effects are now manifested:
Innocence tainted
Dreams shattered
Promises broken
Hope deferred...
Webs of deceit now hold my heart a prisoner of war.
Trust and I have parted ways...due to her unexpected betrayal.
Joy and laughter were the melodies of my song; now...a ballad of sorrow and tears exist.
Happiness conceded defeat to melancholy, which makes me her new slave.
Until the hand of redemption or the sting of death acts as an antidote to the venom that is my misery; these shall be the scattered remains of my symphony that is...
My conclusion. My curse. My existence.