The Forsaken

Living in a world of pure lies,
Accustomed to all immoralities.
I've desired a gracious hand,
To pull me out of the hypocrisies.

But I was wrong to have indulged,
In the offer you have presented.
Because it never crossed my mind,
That you could bring me endless torment.

I've offered you my fragile core,
Every bit of breath I've got.
So that you can just bury me,
And leave my flailing corpse to rot.

Is my eternal want for bliss too much?
Why on earth should I be the forsaken?
If so, then let me be burned away.
Because death seems like my only haven.

- Rasui Akira

written in February 7, 2005