i hear it come. the baying of a thousand demons call out. they beckon me, awaiting my return to the void, and as the cold embrace of darkness envelops me, i stare wistfully towards the passing twilight, and longingly at the last rays of the vanishing sun, stained not with gentle and golden but of violent and scarlet hues, as if from a heart bleeding its life away, as my own heart bleeds for the sun, the sun that took away the darkness and replaced it with light, granted me vision so that i may see hope for a brighter day, gave me warmth so life would spread through every cold and dying vein and that I may rise from where I had fallen, rise to be something more than I was, and everything that I could be, and now I see its passing and I let the darkness take me.
