There is a place in the human soul where darkness lives, breeds, festers, waiting for hatred and anger to rise up to the boil and swallow us whole.  Darkness has taken me, but I won't take the darkness.  Darkness is an emotion, the feeling you get when you sit in the dark and there is nothing going on but the anger and the sorrow and the bitterness and the need to be that at the end of the day, there is nothing left.  All that is left is a feeling, and that feeling is the darkness.  And it is not a good feeling.  It licks the soles of your feet.  It climbs the ladder, only to rise to the top to stop you from getting off.  It is like a disease.  Once the darkness gets into you there is nothing you can do to stop it.  Just try not to spread it too much.  Love can conquer the darkness.  It's just a pity that the love is so hard to come across.  And who is going to love a soul blackened and burnt and tormented by the darkness?  Why does it feel like being alive is a fight rather than a gift, a fight that I am determined to lose.  A fight where two people struggle against eachother in order to be the one who gets to cut my head off at the end of the day.

Well you can have it.  I don't want any part of it.  I'm not afraid of an end, I'm just afraid that the end is going to be worse than the rest of the journey.

It's nice to know I'm not alone in the world, so please mail me and let me know.  Otherwise you can continue on.