Alas, here, I scrawl the final doting of a forlorn lover.
By candle light I scrape the inklings of my inner demons onto this paper to describe how tormented my soul is to find you estranged dear lover. You who had begotten my pendulum and strewn it asunder in your lovers rage. All the while your upturned frown the epitome of a beguiling ghoul, you angel with the sulfur wings.
Descend into your childish slumber, ease into the warmth of your coaled pit, leave me be.
Did you think this a letter of adoration?
If only I could see your countenance as those pitiless pupils dredge the last words of your victim, and enjoy as your fanged mouth straightens to a grim line.
Now, wash the blood from your claws and wring your hair of my tears.
I knew that this would be my end, my demise, you.
Sincerely,
Your Conscience.