The Haunted

the haunted

I wish I could take it all.
The tears; the pain; the sorrow.
I wish I could make you forget;
that i can undo my mistakes.
No amount of apologies
or tears that were shed
could right what I've done,
for the pain I've inflicted.

After a few lunar cycles
I would bid you farewell.
It will be time for me to fly;
for me to face my fire.
I will brighten your night sky.
Hopefully the passing time
will vanquish my gruesome memory,
and restore the tranquility of your mind.

For no longer i would want
you, with the past, be cognizant.
only I should be shackled
with the horrors I've committed.
But before that time comes,
you must curse my existence.
Abhor every fiber of my being
for towards myself, that's what I'm feeling...