Tale of a broken woman

Oh, what is love but a mere memory... once real, now forever lost.

My wounded soul within, broken, bruised...

Ashamed...

I let you touch a secret part of me, I allowed you into my mind...

Your eternal home.

Oh, sweet pain... sweet regret...

I shall not survive to warn my daughters of love's destructive path.

No... now I go, now I leave.

Tonight, I'll be married to my knife.

And as the blood... drip.. drips...down to the ground,

It will mix with my tainted tears...

Tonight I am released of all pain.

Oh, what am I... but a mere memory...

Once real, now forever lost.