Death
The hour has come; I can wait no more,
In my darkest hours I want to be alone.
My soul feels heavy with grief and anger,
But I can not lie to my self, no longer.
The monster was I; it wasn’t hard to see,
Feel sorry for the monster, don’t for me.
A long time has passed, and none came to aid,
And it’s true: in the beginning I was afraid.
But fear them I no longer do, I’ve grown,
No friends, but only hypocrites I’ve known.
There were of course those, whom tried
But to keep the secret, to those I’ve lied.
The light has been vanquished from my soul,
I wish no longer for compassion, I’m whole.
I don’t need your excuses and apologies,
I don’t need to know why you did the deeds.
So these words I say, before the monster dies,
I thank you, for finally opening my eyes!
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