For the love of Christine

Staring into my endless pit of created darkness

Remembering what might have been

Alone, betrayed, and forgotten

No one to love, the enemy of myself

I know I deserve this fate

Yet I wish for a different one

Why did I choose to let them go?

My one true love, with him

He whom had everything and deserved none of it

He whom had the one thing I longed for

He whom had beauty

She could not see past my wretched deformities

The twisted remnants of my horrid face

I see the porcelain monkey beside me

Its cold taunting eyes brush past my line of sight

Even it will not look at my putrid disposition

A single tear trickles down my unmasked cheek

I lie in my coffin and wait for the end