• Not life nor death shall mend my innocence;
    For what was taken cannot be returned.
    All the laws of the universe have since
    Ceased to function, to ashes they have burned.
    The rules of right and wrong have taken leave;
    And what was my morals, now a black hole.
    That little voice called conscience, it flees;
    And thus my actions, endanger my soul.
    My voice finds me, and together we scream;
    Soundless regrets into the empty space.
    Eternal forever swallows my dreams.
    Without self, in a crowd without a face.
    Everything that was and all that was mine;
    Lost forever, in the ripples called time.