You murdered my soul on the gallows of betrayal,

And now I am a mere corpse, breathing but not alive,

A hollow vessel, drained of all vitality.

The absence of my soul, a constant ache,

A phantom pain, a dull and burning discomfort,

A torment that forever will remain,

A wound that bleeds with endless throes.

How could you be so cold and callous,

To rob me of my essence?

Your actions etch anguish...