I tempted fate, declared right to her face that she had no power over me, and I paid dearly ever so dearly, with everything I loved having been taken away from me by the mistress of fate, looking back at it now I might have  been taunting mistress death, a mistake on my part that cost her life, even though she had nothing to do with this, had no part in that little show, it still chose to take her away from me, she was everything to me my whole world revolved around her and those faultless eyes, and timeless smile that she wore so casually, like it was normal to be in such a good mood all the time, not once did I see a tear roll down her cheeks in the time I've known her, until that day that everything went down the drain, having everything dear to me ripped away from me, torn away without warning it all went away, down to the fiery pits of hell, leaving me in purgatory, abandoned to curse myself everyday I open my eyes, asking  myself why I would do something as dumb as tempting mistress death, taunting her until she had enough and put me in my place so far away, taking everything that I love away, cursing me to live out my days all alone, to perish cold and alone, like a childhood toy left in the attic to wither away as time passes by, a relic from a time so long ago, back when the sun shined down on me, and I was on the right path, on the up and up, until the day I tempted fate, and believed that I was above her that I had escaped her control, and she showed me just how wrong I was, that her power, her hold was far and wide, and firm, having her placer her hands in every alley way, and off road trail that there is in life that no-one could escape her control that her reign over this world was set in stone, and I mad the foolish mistake, to question fate and it cost everything I had, she ripped her away, and sentenced me to live the rest of my time here alone, until the day that my eyes refuse to open and I drift away, having lived the rest of my life in unbearable solitude, all alone, having taken her away, the only one for me, she left me with no-one to sit and enjoy life, having taken away the one I loved and pledged to always be by their side through thick and thin, to the end and left me live my life alone in agonizing, excruciating, unbearable solitude, with no-one to share the day events with, to pass the time with, she left me with a permanent, sentence to solitary confinement, with no chance for parole a life sentence, cursed to live the rest of my existence alone, with my soul and mine alone, to walk this road, to walk this cold and abandoned highway with, its days of traffic long gone having only one passenger on the cracked and, weathered asphalt, only one person to wither along with it, having to walk their road all alone, my curse placed unto me by a twist of fate, that I placed on myself, my own fault that everything I held close to me was ripped away from me, and torn apart by the barbaric, cold hearted clawed hands of fate, she took it all away, it was her way of punishing me for tempting fate, for questioning her control on life, to inquire her hold on this world, and she made me pay with everything that I owned, everything that I loved was the price I paid, and to die alone is the sentence she bestowed upon me, with a dark crown of thorns, placed upon me, to mark me as a treasonous soul one that deserves punishment and so much more, to live alone and to die knowing that there is no-one left to shed tear for them when they pass on, because they had long since been taken away from him, ripped from his hands, and brutishly torn to sheds right in front of him, so now he lives his days in solitary, waiting for the day that it ends, when the darkness rolls in and takes him away to see  what death will bring him, to see if it will be the savior he so hopelessly wished, what he desired more than anything, or if it will be his new warden in his prison, to sentence to a new set of trials and torture, and holding freedom and the chance of being reunited with them again, over his head just out of his reach, inches from his fingertips, sentence to a fate filled with loneliness, walls lined with humility, and floors ingrained with his tears he shed while he lived his life alone, his solitary, curse to have no voice to listen to but his own, having mercilessly, carelessly torn everything away from him to live out his days in solitary confinement, with his death being his only escape