Should you receive a proper burial, it will be in the grave that I climbed out of. You know you brought this on yourself. I've been trying to tell you. There's not enough of your heart left to love anyone. There's not enough of your heart left for anyone to love. The words tried and almost don't matter here. That's what you get for thinking foolishly that you were capable of killing me. I've taken your eyes, ears and tongue. Even in death, you are blind, deaf and dumb. I relish each stage of your decay and I flourish further as you decline.
all rights reserved