Forfeit I: The Crooked Quill - Dark Sermon

The tremendous weight of my burdened past

Has become too much to bear

How heavy the pen grows with each stroke

When the words will never be shared

Bury me with my crooked quill

Let us weep and mourn alone

As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved

May they be burnt and forgotten

All these pages I’ve written for no one

I’ll be long gone before they’re ever read

There is no hope

No belief in salvation

And I’ve grown too tired to care

I’ve found that

There is no point

No greater purpose

We were all designed to fail

Bury me with my crooked quill

Let us weep and mourn alone

As for the volumes of texts over which I have slaved

May they be burnt and forgotten

I want to be rid of my life

And everything I’ve ever felt

If you won’t take it from me, God

I’ll take it from myself

This is for the friends who act as foes

This is my resignation from the human race

This is for the family that betrays

This is my resignation from the human race

This for the world that turned it’s back

This is my resignation from the human race

This is my resignation from the human race