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