Pain.
Anguish.
Seclusion.

The burdens that constrict me,
The chains that enslave me,
Are my own feelings.
My motive for existence
Is shrouded in death and uncertainty,
Summoned only to kill
Those that are already dead.

I never knew joy.
I never knew happiness.
It was never meant to happen,
For it was for my torment that
I would be summoned.
My suffering,
Spira.

As the blood keeps pouring,
The manacles of misery
Compress me.
While the spiral of
Life and death is maintained,
I am still going through
A slow and painful torture.
When will this all end?
I want to live peacefully.
I want to be free from everything.

I want to die.