I remember on that day that I was left alone,
Waiting in the carnage,
Feeling for the dead bodies beneath my hands,
With no sense left to see.
When this happened I realized,
I was not meant to be loved,
I was meant to be used,
That no matter how hard I searched for an escape,
My grief would always pull me away.
I am alone,
And they have lied,
And so I shall not believe in such faith,
For they are blasphemes cowards,
Feasting on my heart,
And stealing the pride I once had.
But this will come to pass as well,
And I will tear out my beating chambers,
I shall encase it in the icy arctic lands,
Where th