Letter From The Dead

My love, my heart beats with a hushed confession, as whispers of regret echo through the shadows. My soul, a captive of yours, bound by the threads of our forbidden passion. The pain I've caused you, a heavy burden, a weight that presses upon my chest. The betrayal, a poison that spread like wildfire, consuming us both, leaving naught but ashes.

Though death may have severed the bond that once connected us, my heart remains forever tied to yours, a flame that burns bright, a beacon in the darkness. Our love, a tarnished thing, defiled by the treachery of my own hand, yet still, in the recesses of my mind, I hold fast to the memories, the tender touch, the whispers in the dead of night.

Let go the fury that simmers within, the fire that consumes you, and steals the peace that once was ours. Forgive me, my love, this erring soul, whose only wish is to find solace in death, to repair the damage I have wrought. My cherished one, my love, I beg of you, seek solace in the shadows, where our love may rest, untainted by the stain of my guilt.