I can't repent now, too lost to save,

Kneeling over my lover's form,Her pallid frame, a wound fresh and raw,Baring delicate bones and tender flesh.Paralyzed by the crushing truth,My hands, stained by her golden essence,Obscured by the shadowed woods From common souls and nocturnal beings alike. Like a fountain from a raging river,Crimson trickles, tracing her cheeks,Seeping through my skin, coiling like a serpent.Releasing her tresses, I clasp her,Burying my face in her fading warmth,Imbibing her last whispers of life. Frozen, I linger in remorse,Drowning in the river of her crimson.Her pulse fades, tears for her spill,Kneeling in eternity, staring at her form. I can't believe what I've done,The pain is excruciating—I've extinguished my one love,My fragment of heaven, my angel.When I first beheld her, I felt deceased,For such beauty couldn't exist on earth. My vision wanes,Almost as if I'm fading away,Yet the blood courses through me.Lost in the ocean of her memories,I grasp her, descending into warmth,Moonlight filtering through the canopy. A monster, I am, a killer of angels,A sin of monstrous proportion.Bloodlust and hunger clouded my sight,Desire to devour her raging within. Sensing her soul merging with mine,Lost in an ethereal void,Fighting the war within myself.Her form, broken and decaying, alluring,Yet her blood stains bring overwhelming guilt,A sense of filth and imbalance. A mind plagued by agony,Writhe on knees amidst gore and tears.Longing to return to life,Desiring death but craving understanding. A name, a resolution,Amidst the torment, an existence persists.The grotesque mask of shame and mirth,In this world of cruelty and beauty,The downtrodden's cries and nature's allure,The reasons to endure, to persist. Death won't absolve this pain,The chains on my soul remain.Farewell, my love, I'm sorry.