I am..
I am sorry.

Sorry for the stitches;
sorry for staying alive.
A soul that expired,
within a rusted shell
For it had died.

I am sorry.

Sorry for the tattered mind..
A draining of all morality
into a glistening white
lake of fervid discord.

I am sorry.

Sorry for the world,
that created an aimless ghost;
Burried deep between timelines,
wandering through empty black.

I am..
I am sorry.

Sorry for the wavelengths;
sorry for crumbling away.
Torn apart like twin rivers
flowing beyond the scope..
of existing light.

and I am sorry.

Sorry for the unthought words
of a flashing silver moon;
and cutting through the lifelines
of moments once loved.

and I am sorry.

Sorry for the hell,
that set your night ablaze;
incinerating the voices
into a fiery sleep.

For I am sorry..

Sorry for the moment..
the monster in your dreams
revealed its haunting gaze;
A peaceful slumber, now invaded.

and I am..
I am sorry.

Sorry for the knowledge,
sorry for inflicting pain.
While aloft in broken dreams
of despair, regret, pleasure;
it returns full circle.

and I am..
I am NOT sorry.

Sorry for casting shadows,
reflected upon your weary eyes;
as moonlight burns away
a single night forever.