To the pain and all the hearts and endless desires, i was promised a happy ending. The skeletons in my closet will bury my truth, a closed casket to a still beating heart. My body runs cold fulfilled with the satisfaction of maggots. The voice in my head warns me about my fate, and shows me my future. The twilight of the moons reflection is a different picture i see. A missing image to my broken frame cover who i really am. The winning of my own war is futile and i bellow in my sorrow. Slaughtered by my abhorrence, shedding no tears, showing no feelings. The despoilment of my heart allows no inner emotions. My malignant spirit will soon burst into flames and float amongst the ashes. I\'ll show no animosity, as im laid into this empty grave; blood covering the stone. engraved with the simple wording \" Lamenting will fall unto nothing, but the obsession to my twined death shall i rot\".