There is nothing left I can do to shake this feeling, this feeling that speaks deep into my core, echoing the Lords that reside within this vast and infinite scape that there is nothing left to lose, and nothing left to love. They have watched and beckoned from afar throughout the ages and era’s alike that I have wandered on this path, they have foreseen my every action, my every fall and turn, my every decision that has since lead me to where I am now – this moment in time where all is quickly fleeting, where the time that remains is ever-so fragile it is ready to shatter and break at any moment, much like the shambles this line is in now. This feeling that circulates within my head and bones alike, speaks the truth that I am lost and not as strong as I once was; that my life is gradually spilling into the next but despite this I keep living – all for some sense quickly fleeting passion and hope that is even more-so fragile that the time that remains.
The feeling goes far within my all, for it knows it will always remain, it knows that it is inevitable, and it knows that my very soul will hear it’s cries. It cannot be avoided, nor can it be ignored. It is in a sense, a fate in it’s own right – one that I have been seemingly met with ever since birth, one that will linger by my side until the very hour in which I fade away. An hour that I feel growing closer and closer with each passing moment in time. This feeling knows that I know wield the control, that I now wield death, but in return, I sacrifice my resistance, and surrender all the same. For I am fading in regret, much like this darkened skies that seek to spill out light, but are instead met with the resistant rule of the darkness. This feeling knows that I will soon meet these final fates, and than before doing so – I must go under. I am going under much more quickly than I have ever gone before, for beneath is where I will meet these fires at the cores and become one with them, it is where I will learn to step into a new state that is much further from what I am now. For as a warrior of darkness, I knew it would always come to this. For while these nights may be the darkest that I will ever see them as, I know they aspire to come closer and closer to true darkness, a type of darkness hidden from my fragile eye’s, a type of darkness that can only be obtained by those who are only left to fade.