And how could I not be, when each day draws me closer to eternal sorrow, drowning in the darkness of my own heart. The despair of this condemned and forgotten man, shows on his continuance. In a world so base and woeful, were a thousand apologies can only succeed to resurrect bitterness, what good am I, what good are you? I make my last revelation, before you, as I leave, slipping into the void you left in my heart.