True Agony

I have drunk from the cup of Sorrow, Yet my thirst has not been slaked. So I drink from the cup of Pain, And I have slaked my thirst at last. For I now bear the fruits of agony, Because I have drunk from both cups. I know Pain, My closest friend. I know Sorrow, My dearest comfort. I can not turn my back to the pain, Nor to the sorrow. They are my allies, And yet, they are also my enemies. I can not run from either, But nor can I stay with them. My heart is broken, I know true agony. For my friend, my mentor, You are now the deceiver, the traitor. I will walk this earth, Bearing both pain and sorrow in my heart. Nothing will ease my burdens, For now I am the bearer of Agony's greatest triumph.