Ophelia

O quam tristis et afflicta…
In my mind there is just one word…
A litany of sins and hatred…
I must die this time…
Contristantem et dolentem…
In flux the patterns shift and repose…
Arabesques of abyssal darkness…
The tender recompense of dreams…
I see the ending… there is but one path left to take…
I know the future… only I can take it all away…
There is no second chance…
There is no afterlife…
No goddamned repentance…
All that is left is the deed itself…