I am the child of darkness. I am the child of sin. All of the hatred and evilness had been hidden within. Too late now, I've let it escape for the last time. There is no hiding again. I cannot hide who I am inside. I can no longer lie. I am a bloody, wretched wench. One who must die. Not by my own hands, but by those of a lover. Loved to be lost and turned to hate. So viscous, so great that I must pay the ultimate price of my life. Not quick or kind. Ruthlessly, painfully, slowly. He shall make me feel each and every wound I did create. Yet I know that will never happen. I am destined to live in this fashion. Insane. Hallucinating of things not really there. So real they've become - I no longer care. It's sad really that no one can see, the only one I'm creating is me. Eternally I will hide behind the hallucination of myself. They will see who I want them to see. I will not let them see who is me. I am too painful to endure. They would not survive the awful truth that I create myself. They will not believe it true. The one, the only, who could ever understand is He. And He has forsaken me. Infidelity of the soul, and so I let him go. My soul shall walk alone. As it has years before, and so it always will. Raping, molesting, stealing the lives of others is what He shall do. I on the other hand, will let the wind blow me to where I am needed. To heal others and take the pain upon myself. If I were to die, their pain would return. Maybe I've created them, and they created me, by exchanging the pain of past for the pain of losing me. And so it shall be. Eternally.
