From my slumber do I wake
Plead to God my soul to take
But sound will never leave my lips
Screaming, shrieking, bloodied bits
From my mind she never leaves
Helpless cries, painful pleas
At the time were melodies
Now nothing more than torment
Hands are black and face is blue
No longer knowing what is true
Silence is forever gone
Eternal judgement, ever long
The sins of squids are thick like ink
Torture's all I ever think
My life is damned and doomed to sink
Terror, pain, pushed to the brink
To my heart she had the key
Her eyes are all I ever see
Sorrow, fear and tragedy
Was all because of me
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The Usual Mr. Nordin
PoetryA squid man mourns for his murdered flower wife, Isabelle, and starts to suffer from schizophrenia and PTSD
