The Dark One

I am the broken.
Cracked, elusive, always changing

Shifting as water.
Fluid without remorse

And yet I am.
Full of regret for this wasted life

Hurting you, hurting me.
O how deeply run your scars

Burdened I carry this hate.
Mournfully crone regret.

Don’t scorn me,
I despise myself enough already

Desperately wicked,
Snuffing out the Light

Pray, save me.
Cast me not aside

Give grace to spare me!
This aching soul filled with regret

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