They didn't command pain with grand masses,  They simply came to take back
what wasn't mine to receive.
The four horsemen trotted into my chamber
Void
Despair
Punishment
And finally...
Death
Each leaving a part of themselves to make sure ill never love again.
Void, whatever I consume will never fill my emptiness without her.
Despair, wallowing in self lothing, itching at the skin without her touch.
Punishment, keeping me in a prison of isolation, slowly the pain of my loss tortures me and all I have left to do is beg for death.
And finally death... death leaves me stranded here, alone. Finally making me realize that I loved something more than I loved myself. Real death is dying everyday loving someone who doesn't love you back.