Untitled Interlude

Air, it is a poison to me now. For as long as I can remember, its coldness is what brought me here; the same coldness which spawned the creation of my plague. Every day I now suffer while shadows infest my soul with the misery of my past. I can feel them everywhere around me, constantly urging me to set them free. I confess to all my crimes with the knowledge I now hold, and pray that one day the beast which lies within me will capture what it’s after. This is a message to those whom I list: To the creator of my curse, the destroyer of my dreams, the poison within me, the love of my life. Forgive me dear. It seems I failed you once again.