Fuck a title.

Racked with pain, I write this letter.
I've caught an illness with no cure.
Incredibly sick and I can't get better.
The deepest pit with a darkness pure.

Blinded by rage, I pen these verses.
Ten more stones upon my back.
Desperately biting back these curses.
All to real, the things I lack.

Numbed by sorrow, I jot this page.
Cut by love, used as a knife.
My circumstances form a cage.
Fight the urge to regret my life.

Gripped by loss, I type this line.
Deeper down, embrace the hate.
None to blame, the fault is mine.
Accept the end, and seal the gate.