How do I gratify this darkling desire of death, for in protecting the innocent bliss of my guardians I've ceded my hopes of serenity;
My conscience and memories are at parity with my mortal existence, now I'm left alone contemplating the sinister beauty of this epiphany.


When I'm gone, to only exist as a distant echo in your memory, when my oblivious soul capitulates to the demons of suicide;
Look up to the stars and know that they were just abbreviations of my love, and do not lament...