Dread

Feel so broken, as though my heart were shattering into a million tiny pieces.

Shards of broken glass seep into my skin.

Flames burning me from within.

Lord, why have you forsaken me?

This is all I have left;

My last shards of memory

And a deep feeling of regret.

After I have slain my brethren.

I bestowed upon them my wrath of everlasting.

They scorn me, and yet they mourn for me as well.

Never would I have thought this possible,

That I would end up in this new version of Hell.