my heart bleeds ceaselessly
and still, my strength never seems to waver
there is something more to me that even i have yet to reveal, and pain is the price i am condemned to pay
do not despair, for i have not yet left the living
i am among you, so long as my breath labors on
and when it has melded into the earth, in search of eternal refuge,
i wish only that i am remembered favorably,
and my actions hold within them their rightful consequence


