you are delusion, inside my heart growing

a poisonous thing, a murderous flowing

cold and ghostlike, haunting my conception

perception crying, deception horrifying

i give my warmth to the dead

is it me whose cursed, or is it in my head

the shadows pay their visit

telling me i was complicit; all but one

who instead is benevolence incarnate

brightly resonate, in darkness i suffocate

another thread i eliminate before its too late

farewell,

such is fate.