Are you happy now, seeing me suffer like this? Are you content, watching me drown alone in tears because of you? Do you find peace watching me walk toward death, bit by bit, from your sickness? Are you wildly elated seeing me lose so wretchedly in this battle I began, accepting myself as your opponent, determined to defeat you? After feeding me the poison of your name, are you surely gathering comfort watching me waste away grain by grain? Are you quite at ease now, watching this procession of love's lament in my voice, delirious with nothing but your name? You must be loving it deeply—murdering me so cruelly all these years while saying you love me, love me?
Chronicle of Anguish
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