To feel death breathing down your neck,
To feel the cold touch of a dead loved one before you lay them down to rest,
To feel the weights of Lies and Despair pull you down to the bottom of a sea of depression,
To take the love of another man and lock it into a cage of twisted, mangled, and thorned vines that snare and strike at the dove,
To take a breath and wish you hadn't,
To see the raven and greet it as a friend,
To walk down these hallowed halls and to the gallows of despair,
To know that around the corner you will find nothing but regret but you trudge on to try and find a way out of the darkness that holds you to this scornful earth.