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If you are, then, you should go.
I won't be able to save all of you.
You see, I am too self-involved and too occupied with my own stories.
I am struggling to keep my own self above ground;
Keep my mind in check;
My own soul, clean.
I have this unfortunate habit of seeing things that I shouldn't see;
Of knowing things that no one around me acknowledges at all.
Have I always been linked to this dark side?
I'd like to think not.
I'd like to think that I was an innocent at one time in my life.
Just once, carefree and unscathed from this darkness that takes hold of my nights.
But I cannot remember that far back -
Cannot recall those days before they came for me.
I only remember their invasion-
The nights they visit;
The moments when they smother my screams.
I can still feel that darkness cradle me and sniff me out.
I feel it take hold of my throat and tear -
Ripping that soul out from my casing;
Shredding that sacred cloak that used to keep me safe in the night.
Now, all I can see are shadows in the moonlight.
I hear whispers on the wind.
I smell the burnt flesh of those who have gone before me,
And I am visited by creatures that the imagination has yet to fathom.
I am a tortured soul.
I am chosen to be a witness;
I am an author to the horror;
A ghost writer, in the truest sense of the term.
It is my cross to bear - one that I agreed to long ago - and one that I must carry alone.
Save your self from my style of darkness.
Go far, far away from here.
Search for the light,
And hold on for dear life.