• I've heard of it.
    I've seen it.
    I've dreamed of it.

    Does it exist?
    Am I the only one who wants the darkness to wisk me away?
    Tear it apart when unconcious.
    Am I going crazy?
    Has the darkness melted in my veins?

    I want pink.
    And green and yellow.
    I want sun.
    I want warmth.

    I need darkness..

    My lungs have no air left.
    The darkness took it from me.

    "Mommy, I want to be a happy girl when I grow up"
    "Mommy, I want to be just like you!"

    Mommy's not here anymore, child.
    Darkness is selfish.
    The darkness likes helpless souls.
    The darkness wants helpless souls rather then those who deserve it.
    Only criminals exsist here.

    They burn inocent hearts.
    And leave them there to die.

    They walk away.
    And laugh.

    Someday. Someday they'll regret everything.
    And they'll want their happiness back.
    They'll be just like me.