Moartea

Doth be in an eternal slumber. My heart, and my soul forever be stricken with sadness, Tis a day when my heart grows stone cold, and the icy chains of despair lock it away. Forever floating in a pit of eternal darkness, which will never fade, will never disappear, and will always be that. Dark, and void of all love, and affection, tis now my fate, to be forever alone. ~A Sonnet of Loneliness