What have I done!

I have murdered something that's what. Killed it in cold blood. I have yanked out a throbbing heart, and dashed it on the ground. It still throbs.

Now when I stand, covered in blood and try to cry... the tears refuse to flow.

I did not want it to end like this... I did not want it to end at all. I'll pray to God that you never realize what I did. No, then this will never work. My banishment must be complete. My confinement impenetrable.

Forgive me.