From the Corner
A thought in fear
That stole the light and brought the night.
Hollowed a soul to a shell –
Only one, the promise blindly satisfied,
Until their bodies lined the halls.
Grief will not hide your shame, grief will not give you hope;
Hope is naught but a word,
The end of all things.
I will come back for you,
Never forget that.
For in the darkness, you are left alone;
Everyone else has left you,
And their blood still stains your hands.
Remember now, remember me?