Drowning in a pool of thought, I cry out to the winds.
And sing my songs of deep regret of long forgotten things.

I flail out in the dark abyss, to strike an unseen foe.
I hear its voice ring in my head yet cannot land a blow.

I thrash till these, my arms, lose strength, and fall to this my fate.
Crushed by wretched memory, of pure undying hate.

And as I sink to these dark depths, these cesspools of my mind,
The voice, with flaming breath, it speaks, of evils pure and blind

It spoke, it sang, of actions past, of evils and their toll.
It spoke, it sang, of pain that lasts, that slowly kills the soul.

And with each verse this demon speaks I lose my will to live.
With this my blade, a silver knife, to death my life I give.

Yet, as my blood flows to the earth, it speaks its final line
And only then I realize...this demon's voice…was mine…