Oh but you can't. Poor sweet thing. You can't help me. I'm too far gone. I'm insane, you see. It's inside me and I can't seem to get it out. It's corrupting me, filling the voids in my soul with something tangible and untouchable. Darkness. Why it chose me, I'll never know. Maybe it was because my mind was fragile, my senses teetering on a precipice. Either way, every night I go out. I watch as the red takes over. Oh, so much red. Dark red. Scarlet and burgundy and everything in between. Shimmering, shiny, slick. 

Help me. But you can't. Read this, and your skin crawls. Goosebumps and gooseflesh. Which one affected you? What made you feel? What made you snap out of a haze of life and death and existence and imagination and regret and happiness and anger and torture and pain? So, so much pain. Sealing every crack and crevice with fire and ice, burning the same.

Rain falls, thick and heavy. I am cold, but it ignites me from within. I feel something again. I am powerful. I am...free.