• The face of evil:
    It is looking at me.
    Staring through me.
    Feeding on me.
    The hand of chance:
    It hands me the worst.
    It mocks my name.
    It throws me my shame...
    The darkness of horror:
    Breathing my air,
    it consumes my emotions.
    It suffocates my belonging.
    The whiteout of agony:
    It blinds me,
    tears at my skin.
    Bleeds me out perpetually.
    The warmth of true love:
    It takes all of this away.
    It softly speaks my name.
    Will it fade away?