(A/N Tribute to Chūya Nakahara, I present Tainted Sorrow)
The wound inflicted, a searing pain that lingers,
A scar that marks the depths of my tainted sorrow.
How could I have been so blind, so naive,
To follow the path that led me to the morrow?
The weight of regret, heavy and crushing,
Crushes my spirit and shatters my hope.
I see now the signs I chose to ignore,
And in my own downfall, I am forced to cope.
The treacherous path I took, a curse,
That has befallen me with unforgiving wrath.
In this moment of anguish, I am alone,
Abandoned in the aftermath.
The grief that consumes me, a bottomless pit,
A void that can never be filled.
For the path I took, the one I thought right,
Is the same one that left me broken and chilled.
The stars above, once so bright and comforting,
Now shine with a cold and unfeeling light.
As I slip into the darkness, I am left to wonder,
How could my choices have led me to this plight?
The tears I shed, a testament to the pain,
That echoes within the depths of my soul.
For in this final moment, as I embrace death,
I am left with nothing but regret and a blackened hole.
As the sun sets on my tragic fate,
I know that I will never forget.
For in death, as in life,
I am forever marked
By the pain of my tainted sorrow, and the regret that beset.
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