I'm still fallen... No matter how much I try to convince myself that I'm not, these feelings will never go away... For the dark has enveloped me in his warm wings, he whispers reassuringly into my ear "it's ok, I'm here" he keeps me warm, shielding me from the cold...I cling to him tighter and tighter... He loves me... He protects me... Can there be anyone more perfect than the Dark?
