This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
lost companion’s sanity, lost in a burnt storage The hole gets deeper, I become intact to the call Lost in these despicable thoughts, nightmares that were all once foreign. “I wish to support you my friend, why do you continue to strive for the end?” Their face cowers away, trying to hide tears, as they reluctantly speak, “I fear you are wasting your time, for I am a lost that cannot be mend My heart waits for death! How joyful I know it’ll be, For even I know that it’s too late for a chance to survive, my heart and mind have become to bent.” A decapitated soul lies in my hand Words will be as helpful as a speck of sand in a wide desert, Useless to even the most destroyed man I cannot alter my companion’s past and it’s miseries, It was all to be caused on a specific time in a particular land
I only pray desperately for the release of their soul, A miracle is needed along with tremendous support; not some illuminated words which don’t stand a chance. My Misery follows my lost friend’s sorrow I pray for a miracle to arrive one day, A place or path they can easily follow Their tale is too melancholic to stay as is, The pages must turned by God’s will, assuring them a place where, one day, they will not be sallow.