It has been a long time since I've talked to you. Silence does not always mean silence, you know. Sometimes it means turbulence. And turbulent times, does best describe what has been these past weeks.
Where to start...
Maybe I should not start, but begin with the ending. For all's fair in love and war, is it not? And at war I have been. My inner demons have been raging. Playing foul games with my mind, making me seek salvation in all the wrong things. They have almost rendered me powerless to withstand the darkest of all temptations.
But I have fought. I am fighting still. I have called out to my dearest friend to help me. I have called out to you.
Will you help me, please. Will you make me see light, where I have encountered darkness. Will you steer me towards love, instead of hatred. Will you help me fight evil, and lead me back to the good inside of me. For if you can not, or will not help me, I will fall.
I am falling already. With each day following the other, I am becoming darker, and darker, and death will have no dominion. What fate could be worse than being bound to dwell inside the darkness of ones own mind, eternally.
So here I write, with my last strength, and some soundness of mind left, a cry for help. I beg you, do not let me fall forever.
A dark angel; I do not want to become.
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