I know you're out there. I know you hear me, the waves of my brain flooding out into the telepathic seas, coaxing you. I know you hear the pleas, so often, to be freed from the mundane world and brought into the darkness. Sickly sweet, honey and wine dripping darkness. But hear me out. I could offer so much to your world: my voice, my beauty, my mind, my hands, my body. I know I am meant to be an angel, but for your gift I would become a monster. I would leave it - them - all behind, just to walk through the mists of eternity until my body is pulled apart, burned by the sun's rays, and crushed to dust.

I know you're out there. I know you hear me...

.....so come find me.