Deviath's blog: "Cold"

I gave all the love my heart possessed, all the spirit my soul held dear. Asked for nothing in return and was given wicked betrayal to worthless tears. I trusted as no other could. Believed and hoped as Angels would. Crushed is my soul and torn is my heart for you deemed fit to tear us apart. The agony you wrought makes you smile but know without a doubt in your pitiful denial. My hatred and sorrow will not kill me yet, it will fuel my desires for you deserve what you get. A day will come when karma unfolds and I will watch as the story is told. My hand will not be reaching for you as it always has before. You've forfeited that courtesy for my ardor you ignored. My love and compassion are no longer yours. I have none left for your ignorant course. Your life you have chosen through all the lies and deceit. Now wallow in your emotionless misery and live it complete. A bed of roses I gave a bed of nails you made. I hope you enjoy the cold lonesome for your damage will fade. Know that I loved you and have only one regret. Your hate and your lies with devotion I met. You have not destroyed me although you tried. A waste it was, those false tears you cried. I wish you the best in changing your ways. May luck be with you on those desolate days. Though all my pain you caused, I bear you no harm. Unwitting anguish is the storm after the calm. I leave you with wisdom you've never taken before. Your deeds will haunt you and hell is in store.

I was willing to give every part of my being. My eyes for you to look into and know that you could've been my angel. My arms so you could feel safe for all eternity. My heart so you could understand that I would pull the stars from the heavens and the sunset from dusk to see one smile from your soft lips. I was prepared to give you the most important piece of what makes humanity worth living through any trial or tribulation... my soul. So that we might have lived every sweet moment of our existence as one with nothing but our hearts to follow and to know what happiness truly was. I can not offer such precious things any longer for they have faded away like the sunrise stealing away the last breaths of twilight. I no longer have them to give. I feel as though I am a wilting rose that yearns for the heavens to cry as I am alone in the vast expanse of an endless desert. I have found that those tears will not be shed for me. I cannot say what the future holds nor do I want to know. I do know that the moon will still call to her children in the eve and that the dew will still lightly kiss the petals of every flower in the early morn. So when you see the moonlit night or smell the morning mists, know that you were my friend, my lover, my soul mate and you alone can change tomorrow.