Don't leave me...
please...

I don't want this life.

Don't let me do this.

Don't let this go

Don't do this.

I guess it's too late.
goodbye.

Do you want to run away, too?
Do you want to leave me alone...
Like everyone else?

I don't want to be alone.
I can't be alone.
I can't do this anymore,
Why do you have to leave me alone?

I must admit,
I hate to feel.
But burning rage,
is what I feel often.
If you want to **** with me,
two can play at that game.

With a nervous chuckle,
He stammers frantically
about desire.

I sigh and turn away,
Giving his concubine
A little bit of privacy.

It didn't matter anyway.
I never expected
Love to exist.

My expectations were correct.
This is what I get
For caring,

Does anyone else find it ironic that Poe was a poet who wrote poetry?
Almost as if he was born to be haunted by words.

"Nevermore"

The Raven, I am
An ill omen,
Dark plumage,
Circling the sky,
Looking for flesh,
Already dead.

Listen for me in the dead of night,
I come bearing news,
The four horsemen shall come,
but only for you.
Death watches closely,
Looming in the shadows.

Call me the Raven,
For I bring only
Bad intentions
And ill will.
A demon, or a Raven?
I prophesied the end.

and it shall come.