Bitter, the Taste





Bitter the Taste of Memory, of Me




Ashes of Pain and Sadness burn my eyes 
As they escape the dying fire. 

They coat my tongue.
Bitter; the taste of memory, of me. 

Waiting at the fire's edge; 
The Darkness slowly closing in like a vise. 

This is the Vigil of my Destruction, 
And the Watch is not yet done.





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