The dark thread.

The dark thread, betrayal of the dead. From the angel’s head I pluck… from the demons coat I tear. A single hair… is all I have left spare the memories. The icy hands that surround me… to the depths of my heart. That which I gave she took… asking nothing in return. Betrayed, played. Lies… the bitter, acidic nectar from which I drank… giving my trust. Lost is that now. Still my heart ponders. Still my hand is held out. After all the pain… after all the lies… after my dismissal… still I stand by her side. Out of sight, out of reach. Taking me down… giving fate my death… twisting the still fresh wound that runs deep in my heart. A sacrifice I was so willing to make… now betrayed I sit and ponder… to all the wonder my heart is still open. No more lies shall I hear… no more hurts can I face. I no longer hold my head in shame… for it was this… the pain she gave. The torment she brought; the sadness that still hangs above my head. Sick and twisted this plan to make my life and love a mockery, vile to violate my trust, foolish to doubt my compassion. I forgive all… I help all that would want it. Knowledge has been kind to me… now I know. Stronger I grow. Closer I come… and further to the light I am guided. But… I still retain my darkness only for my ability to use its evil powers or my hearts want. The want to keep any child from enduring what I did… the want to keep the tears from falling, and the want to be loved. Take my hand with your icy hands, cover my trust with lies, take me to the pits of hell… for anyone can. But to receive my help in an honest manor that which it is offered you do little to me… but sentence your self even deeper. Why should it be wrong for me to love as much as I do… only to be betrayed. It is not, as simple as I am complex. What you do to me, the lies you lead me to almost believe, the nails you dig into my heart. Take me down, violate every part of my being… and you shall never touch what I hold dear. It is the love that belongs to everyone. Foolish was that child. Nothing did she inflect spare emotional pain to me. Unto herself lies the true betrayal. Negating the path, digging deeper. Do as you will as anyone should. Now I show why I keep my darkness…Seven of pure… one of the damned. Now the clock strokes… and the pillar falls. Nothing is what remains. Only what you fear. Can you feel your mind being raped by the darkness… sleep with the angels and awake with me. This is the brood of the dark. The home of every one. You have the same darkness I do… as does everyone. I hold my purity close… the pure and raw scorn… higher then evil. The gates open… and I close them. Closer to the light I have grown… I still have the shadows. Why I spare you the venture to the abyss even I can say not. Maybe it is… as I am starting to realize. My compassion grows. That which I spent years hiding has over come. All of my walls have fell… for I chose for them to. Now is when the time to strike is. All that lies to my heart is the complexity of my mind. This is where only one could ever venture. This is where… I must stand with someone at my side. I have learned to let someone close… to let me by my side. To let them help me. "The scorn of the world shall make me fall, but the scorn of my partner shall make the world fall." As strong as I am… as much as I know… with another at my side… on my side. With out hands held firm… and our minds pondering and searching and our hearts open. Twice over is my strength… add the other from the conversion and entity we create in the joining of pure power. Now to take me down it is as it was simple… but the final strike… never. I shall not let you know of the knowledge I have gained… nor of the knowledge the one I chose to stand at my side will have. Once before I have let someone at my side… all was rivaled. I was only weakened some what… And I have done as I want… you are further away then ever… you fear me. You fear for me… and you dwell in confusion. This is a mere catalog or gates… all the start of a new path. Do you comprehend what I have done? I gave the secret of my self, and the way to take me. Locked in mystery is the key… now only your mind can find it. I test your virtue, love, and mind. What I always have… but unlike before I push for the mind. Think of me as you will… run if you must. And learn what I say is true. Only few shall challenge me, fewer shall past this, one shall pass all. Then I give that one single person my unconditional trust, love, and… my very soul. For it belongs to the person that shall pass all. I am more manipulative then you or any shall imagine or believe. Only when that person can look at me and see me as I am shall they have me. Now I leave with one statement: "fools look at words, a wise man (person) looks at the meanings of the unwritten words.."