For the love of Christine
Staring into my endless pit of created darkness
Remembering what might have been
Alone, betrayed, and forgotten
No one to love, the enemy of myself
I know I deserve this fate
Yet I wish for a different one
Why did I choose to let them go?
My one true love, with him
He whom had everything and deserved none of it
He whom had the one thing I longed for
He whom had beauty
She could not see past my wretched deformities
The twisted remnants of my horrid face
I see the porcelain monkey beside me
Its cold taunting eyes brush past my line of sight
Even it will not look at my putrid disposition
A single tear trickles down my unmasked cheek
I lie in my coffin and wait for the end