[Rambling]

2209 AC

Something
              is wrong.

The candle
               is not
                      lit.

I have
         hurt
               my
                   Raven.

I am
      no
         Knight.

I am
       sick.

Sick
     in the
             heart.

Ravaged
          by the
                  poison
                          'optimism'.

Realism
          shows it's
                       hopeless.

Impossible
              to endure.

I cannot foster progress.
I cannot hold a truth.
I cannot protect anyone.
I cannot avenge my squire.
I cannot save a soul.

And now
I am alone in this friendless Hel.
Even when I'm at her side.
There's no hope in my heart.
I keep leeching off of hers.
And I cannot stand it.

I wish I had never joined the Bastion.
I wish I had never come to Meranthe.
I wish I had died in the compound.
I wish I was never born.
I wish I wasn't here to hurt her.