I have bled myself to exsanguination. I have given everything for nothing. I sit alone in a grave dug by every deed.

Every horrible deed done for another so that they could live comfortably. I lie awake at night screaming so that they may know silence when they rest.

Every single day I continue on. Because I know nothing else. My shoulders ache, my legs revolt, and my spine begs to break.

Every day I lose more of me for more of them. I become less of what I was born and more what they desire to make.

In the end I will die forgotten and what was done for the light in the shadows will be washed away to the tides of time.

May my family never suspect and may the devils I laid with be put to permanent rest as we all do. Eventually.