You murdered my soul on the gallows of betrayal,
And now I am a mere corpse, breathing but not alive,
A hollow vessel, drained of all vitality.
The absence of my soul, a constant ache,
A phantom pain, a dull and burning discomfort,
A torment that forever will remain,
A wound that bleeds with endless throes.
How could you be so cold and callous,
To rob me of my essence?
Your actions etch anguish...