The Forsaken (version 2)
Long I’ve lost, the vessel I used to host.
I’ve lost what means the most.
Neither a mortal now I am, nor an immortal.
For to hell, my soul went through a portal.
I’m the forsaken,
To chaos I’ve been pulled and taken,
A sad lullaby, my heartbeats are makin’.
I am non, but a wandering essence.
I roam and rove without making a presence.
In my heart,
I feel hatred flowing from below,
As I feel the cold wind on my cheek,
As it’s coming from an endless flow.
I’m non but a vessel of hate,
That my heart did create,
Love and happiness are a bait,
To fall in such a darkened hated fate.
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