I can't explain. It is like a weight pulling me down. That is your affect on me. It is like trying to breathe underwater. That is what you do to me. It is like hanging on the thin line of death and life and not knowing which side you'll fall on. That is what you still do to me after all this time. After all my fighting and compromising with myself and my emotions, I still have lost. I don't like to admit it, but admitting it or denying it, it is still t r u e. Love. Does such a thing exist? The black ink sea is devouring me and the thread between life and death has snapped just as my s a n i t y had long before I even met you, my p o i s o n. Yes, I call you my poison, but that cannot change the fact that at the same time you are my antidote. Yes, finally the perfect analogy to describe you. The Poisonous Antidote. Now my s i g h t has gone, swallowed by the sea of black ink, the sea of my own blood. I want to go back to the light. I ache with that want. I want the light. But then...
What is light without d a r k n e s s?