Apr 24
Shades Of Forgiveness
What haughty Delusion; this dream To be your angel, collapsed into A nightmare of miserable failure — Into, still, these shadows; dancing demonic Phantasmagoria,
Their umbral blades, and strangling tendrils, Swindling the oxygen out of my lungs, until I either choke, or expectorate the truth I am
Unforgiven.
You? You've long lost every need to retain Any memory of me, therefore every reason; Every incentive for Forgiveness.
The shades are mine; my soul's vindication.
I cannot forget myself. I cannot forgive myself.
--- 24-4-2026, M.A. Tempels ©