And into the darkness she goes to lose herself,
for it is the only thing to embrace her monsters wholeheartedly...
Her eyes tinted red,
cheeks stained with a wet trail of tears,
lips quivering as silent sobs escaped,
her body trembling and writhing about in pain and fear as she slowly saw herself, her soul slip away through her hands into the hands of her destruction...
The darkness wraps around her like a blanket,
covering her small, frail body.
Her body slowly being stroked, held and soothed as she bonded and fused with her inner darkness, her monsters...
Her eyes now painted a dark shade of black portraying her anger and hatred,
Lips set into a thin, straight line,
Her former frail, broken self was now gone...
She had transformed into a new person,
Now she was strong, heartless and merciless enough to inflict the very same pain on those who caused her to change, to be destroyed...
The darkness was now her companion for life for it had lent her a hand in times of despair...
Light had become foreign to her as she treaded on into the depths of the darkness,
Losing every part, inch of herself...
The darkness kept her sane, yet so insane, so hollow...
But yet, into the darkness she'll always go for no one understands her or embraces her monsters like it does...
