hope is something unpredictable...sometimes its there and sometimes it's not. Hope is the one thing that keeps us alive...because we hope that things will get better when we are in our darkest hour.

Isabella: Normal Human Girl, Riight? Christopher: Demon of wrath needs a bride in order to be king, Doesn't He?

Death to some it may be peaceful but others maybe not. Maybe there is anotherside or maybe we are just a whisp of dust floating around in the memories of those who are still living. This is the diary of a girl who can feel death is on its way to collect her. Shift through her memories through poetry and find your on path. Enjoy.