Feeling adrift on the clouds
Unsightly before the crowds.
Cursed to hearing your voice, I'd
Kill this love if I had a choice.

Tormenting me with how you tease,
Hellish, I refuse to be on my knees,
Even now, I'm cursed, diseased.

Grinding nails on chalkboard
Rolling on burning coal 'til bored.
Or the way you still play my chords
Unsightly before the crowds.
No, I don't want to be your sword, I'm
Demanding my mind back.

Yanking myself from your claws
Only brings me pain, what a flaw
Unmaking myself by your law.

So I'm done and tired, I want to leave
There's no point in letting myself believe
"Every day gets closer, you'll come back to me".
Pointless endeavour, I've been so naive!

Oh, but please promise me something first, my "dear".
Now, the first letter of these lines would you read?

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Ero, in the year 1002 AF.