A darkness approaches, candles made of desires fade into the obscurity one by one.

There is a thin line between healing and creating a monster, what do you get when your insecurities are undone?

How do you think you’d feel?

Be careful what you imagine for the mind possesses a proclivity to manifest them real.

In my darkest hour I studied my heroes, but summoned a monster to save me.

Stumbling over my steps, I did not calculate the price of the stability he gave me.

There was horrific power in men who’ve died, most escaped life having cloaked It.

A darkness approaches, and I send my apologies,  for I myself, provoked It.