requited katabasis

I know that I deserve this. Then, we acquiesce to the lesser self and cry out into the wind, "Could anyone possibly deserve this much pain?!" What do I deserve? I deserve the consequences of my naivety because I foolishly brought another, like-minded heart, into the mist. For that, and only for all the rest, I am very sorry. I am broken into shards and I find that they won't realign–we fade to dust, less than shadows and expire. She needed to feel love again. We had lost that. No! we didn't lose it, we gave it away, and as it went, passing from eye to eye, hand to hand, a slow chill drifted on our skin and settled into winter's dreary night.

How could something that was meant to be, not come to fruition? I am more but poorer than an idiot, my allusion escapes my own recognition and I fail as I drift on the stream and float to the blinding sun. I am psychotic and insane by the best and most humble terms.

Will there be redemption for this house? There in lies the rub and the sway is found in the mind.

For the now, I will choke off the oxygen to my poisoned mind and allow the sparks to burn out the smoldering embers weighing upon my soul.