Her image haunts my mind.
Ever. Always.
Her eyes multiply 10,000 times.
Floating, watching, taunting.

I, cast out of paradise,
branded with his stigmata,
to forever remain,
reminded,
of my defile.

They, too, crucified me but for my sacrilege.

To Hel, I went,
to live out my days,
in misery,
as a devil.

Tears, torrent of sorrow,
I drown.
For her,
just a rainy day.