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A flash of angelic light,
and a memory replays constantly.
My heart feels heavy,
so heavy,
at the sight of his unbearable pain.

I'm convinced,
that my soul is made of,
a black, dreary ooze.
That it has changed,
from my supremely evil actions.

My limbs are shaking,
as I break apart.
Skin shrinking,
stretching,
over my withered bones.

"What did I do?"
I scream out loud,
to an empty room.
I left him out in the cold,
I tore a pure person,
in two.

Now I'm curled up on the carpet,
letting wave,
after wave,
of violent trembling,
rock my body.

This feeling,
awakes from my bitter consciousness,
in my rare times of bliss.