I cut the chords from my throat

presenting them as a gift

in homage to the gods of the citadel

burying my resentment

with the bones of my ancestors.

I ripped the nerves from my face

and offered my apathy

to the wraiths that would prey

on the bitterness of mute lamentation.

I tore the veins from my arm

to free the repressed tears

that flowed like a creek over my wrist

and into a silver phial.

I dipped my quill in the phial

and let the shadows hear

the sound of my voice.
Written by TyrannicalWorm (Nathan A. Brock)
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