• My heart feels deepening until there is nothing there but darkness.
    The blood and soul of life is nothing when the thing inside you claws outside.
    The freedom it says as it climbs out of your mortal wound. You scream for help but the darkness and blood choke out your last breath of peace and life. The love you know dies, your relationships die in a burning blaze, and your soul is deminished from its essence like tainted water spilling into a calming spring. You cry out for your love, beg for your forgiveness, fight for your life, but nothing is working for this thing you find is your own despair at hand. Your mercy is nothing for its your own self which is killing you. And for last your life was already lost in the beginning of the Despair. For your heart and soul care for you more than the existence of anything that shall become.