Ophelia کے بول

O quam tristis et afflicta... In my mind there is just one word... A litany of sins and hatred... I must die this time... Contristantem et dolentem... In flux the patterns shift and repose... Arabesques of abyssal darkness... The tender recompense of dreams... I see the ending... there is but one path left to take... I know the future... only I can take it all away... There is no second chance... There is no afterlife... No goddamned repentance... All that is left is the deed itself...