A fiend I dub thee,
For the way you treat me,
Unexpected and unwarrented,
You dump it all my way.

Whenever alone,
Whenever there is no hope elsewhere,
You run yourself to me,
And seek all ye can get.

You've broken me down,
You've torn it all out,
But unlike a journal,
I have no more pages.

This is the last written for you,
This is the last thought of you,
Without a worry,
Without hesitation.

You never were a friend,
Albeit you made yourself to be,
But no longer can I stand,
Idly by and watch you flaunt.

Your promiscuous ways,
And scattered adultery,
Leave me nowhere else to turn,
But to end all there is with you.

This is not what I seek,
Nor what I desire,
For even the endless dark,
Seems prettier than life with you.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Halitus, in the year 502 AD.