i knew him.
i knew him.
i know him.

i never used to believe in ghosts and demons.
i always used to sleep in pitch black.
i always used to feel your warmth beside me.

but now

i can taste the sulfur in my own blood.
i cannot sleep; images of death and destruction are stained onto the backs of eyelids.
i cannot forgive them for how haunting they have made you.

i know him.
i know him.
i know.