The Last Rites
I have brought this upon myself.
This infernal anguish that crushes my soul into the depths of despair
My sanity is banished into the winds and the tides of fate have swept me aside like a leaf.
Once again I find myself in this pit into which I knowingly cast myself
Yet the rope is now a thread that proves useless and weak.
I have jumped into my death and am cursed to lie in the fires of my own schemes.
assuming mortal am I, who have done her own designs on the future.
So fate has slashed