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The echoes of my footsteps,
That is all I hear in this dark and desolate world of mine
Every step I take leaves a mark on this world.
I see specters of people who once
were,
Laughing and singing in an eerie silence,
I try to communicate with them,
But the fey things shrivel away from my dark soul.
I alter the scenery before me to one
of beauty,
I stop to stare and admire my power and craftsmanship,
But the emptiness of it all frightens me,
I never want to be left alone,
My desire to manipulate and control things has become my own undoing.
An angel passes me by,
I chase after her, with the knowledge that I will never catch her,
NO, I don't want to catch her,
I try to confess my love to her,
But walls built by my own traitorous mind prohibits me,
Words full of hate, anger and bitterness spill out of me,
Regret fuels my sorrow and pain.
I fall to the ground, tired and weak,
Tears of despair begin wet my cheeks,
Slowly I feel my strength return to me,
My fury is spent,
Reassured by my power, I get up and continue my worthless track.
Time passes on by slowly,
As I realize what I have become,
A cold, dark and morbid soul,
A being endowed with gifts witch ensures his survival,
A thing who feels nothing, because he is afraid to do so,
A person who's desire to live and love has been washed off by sorrow,
I have become the DarkOne.