Gone is My Love
A hateful curse…
A poisoned apple among a healthy fruit tree.
I am hardly myself any longer.
Who am I?
Surely I am not the Anakin Skywalker that once fought for the good of the galaxy.
But to call myself Darth Vader…
I can't breathe.
There is no breathe,
Even with the oxygen tank attached to my very body.
There is no way out of this dying suit,
And I can't take it any longer.
I shall be murdered without her…
Did she ever exist?
Is she just a dream within my imaginary world,
Perhaps more real than the others?
I am alone,
And even the Sith lord can't know my pain.
She was the only one who ever understood.
She was the only one who hugged at my weakest points
And told me that she forgave me for all of my sins.
Surely no one else could have that type of courage.
Could they?
I just want to break of my chains,
But I know it is too late for that now.
I can't go back without physically dying.
But which is worse,
Physical or Mental Death?
Regret…
The simple feeling which places a thousand men in the prison of pain…
I thought I could have enough power to crush feelings like this,
But that was why I made this choice.
And now, I am the most miserable man in this galaxy.
She's gone…