What do I become if I allow the shadows to overcome me instead of spending my days fighting off their influence as I always do? Will it, in fact, be an end to the turmoil that drags me into this darkened pit or will it be the end of me? It seems to easy to just allow myself to fall into an endless nothing and let the world be damned, yet I resist.
I can feel them crawling beneath my skin. I can hear them calling. They are waiting for a weakened moment in which to strike. They are with me right now, watching through my eyes and tainting my vision with their dreaded sight.
I am hungry, the attentions that keep them at bay have not been mine for a long time. When there are arms around me, I know not the shadows whisper. I am alone in this world in so much as I know not the warm touch of one who truly cares.
The shadows laugh and rip at my soul with sharpened claws and I am torn asunder.
I can not fight this war alone forever.
