The Pentalich of Tarot
I am dead, yes...
Life has turned its back at me
Leaving only the remains of thy wrath
Doth nothing for me
For I am burned in nights by pied shrinks
My heart shrugs
Lack of blood
Lack of...
For tears my cheeks are burned
My presence more shudders causes
They shun me
Am I such a hideous monster?
She is one of them
But he told me well
Did not I hearth?
I got involved in their affairs
She is my one matter
She is my one woe