Plot

Dear Sherlock Holmes,

My hands are drenched in crimson liquid
A heart veiled from a frostbite frigid
My crimes are the darkest secrets I keep
Reveals the unknown truth that you seek

My crimes are indeed inexcusable
Yet my reasons are very understandable
To be free from ecstasy of fantasy
Clear the illusion from the harsh reality

Inevitably, a king should die
The pawn's sacrifice should be glorify
So just forget our broken ties
When all you do is telling me lies

"Alone you left me without a word,
It filled me with pain in this wretched world."
Erase this thought that you took part
I should'nt've let you in inside my heart

-M.