The darkness has returned. Suffocating. Shadows confine my breath to a claustrophobic panic. There is no one there, yet the silence offers a deafening roar. Taunting. Begging for blood. A rhythmic chant to end the chaos. Will tonight be the night that I silence to howling winds that stir the ashes of madness?
Love was always someone else's lie, but my truth. A thief of hearts. A stealer of dreams. Warm lips offered a promise of truth. Cold steel offers the truth of a promise. No more lies.
One is not destroyed with the truth of a cold steel sword. One dies by the warm promise of a lover's lie.
