The drops of blood begin to smoke as my soul lies screaming, shattered. What emotions that were once held in a land of happiness have faded away into empty nothingness. Memory lulls me away from the feelings of truth and into the hall of mirrors and face to face with fears that have consumed me. Washed by darkness, I wander, trying to find a friendly place, one that will accept me for the monster that I have become. Soulless, I lay dying on the cold marble, stained by crimson hate. Thoughtless, I fall. Consumed by which has not yet come to pass. For a world that watched as my footing slipped and I fell into complete abandonment. Blacked ash washed away the light that stained what skin I allowed the world to view. Behind the wall, I barricaded myself into a time when only I existed. When only I ruled. Slipped from view, behind the curtains that allowed me to shield my true lies. Engulfed by flame. Consumed by hatred for the things that I have done and contemplating the things that I have not yet done. Cunning skill. Morbid decision. Manipulative lies. Star dust that lingers over mere mortals just before they lull into deep sleep forever. Pain that is caused by thy self.

…..backwards in time I slowly fall. Past hate. Past fear. Past lonesome. Past sadness. Past darkness. And straight into arms of an embrace of a lover long since forgotten.