Why I write these sorrowful tomes?
Why you always read them?
It's because the weight of words hangs heavy in the air,
A relentless echo of pain and despair.
I seek to draw tears from eyes once dry,
A portrait of anguish under a shadowed sky.

But why do you seek the tales of madness and woe?
The descent to the edge, the depths below?
Perhaps it's the mirror I hold to your souls,
Revealing the truth that the...