Tristis Nox: Blood Angel

I could feel it ever day. That seed of insanity rooting itself deeper into me, and I knew I could do nothing about it. I was beginning to have to fight it more and more with each passing day, hour, minute, and second. It felt like a piece of my soul was falling off, wasting away and I was helpless to do anything. My anchor to my sanity was disintegrating and I knew not how to stop it. I grappled in the dark, trying my best not to slip over the edge; the point where I was in too deep. My will was crumbling and I could feel everything making me, me slip away. My patience, my determination, my drive, my love… everything was disappearing until I would soon be left with nothing. I feared that one day, I would no longer exist, only the shell of my body and an emptiness that screamed and tore at everything. With each passing day, I silently screamed *Help me…*