I am afraid.
Scolded by the thoughts of cruelty.
Time has raped my soul.
All my feelings and thoughts have gone cold Judas.
I watch as I see your lifeless corpse hang from a tree.
Tis nothing but brittle, and bone now.
Yet I still come to you. Telling you all of my deepest, and darkest secrets.
Knowing I will burn.
Knowing I will suffer.
Knowing my end is nigh.
I find comfort in knowing I tried in this life.
Despite being ravaged by the tendrils of depression, and regret.
I have let my conscience lapse.
I have slit the throat of the lamb.
I have been the wolf in sheeps clothing.
So I come to you Judas saying, I don't want to die.
I don't want to die...die
Died...
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The Unholy Tales
Mystère / Thriller"A series of tales that was hidden for a reason" *TW* mentions of death, grief, suicide, and depression..
