• It never ceases to amaze me, the power of emotion.

    The power of a romantic, selfless, but at the same time dangerous

    entity, so inadequately described as love. For the longest tme I was

    safe, not knowing the insatiable appetite that would become an

    immenent descent into the foggy, vacant graveyard I now refer to

    as my heart. Where I'm forced to confront the most diabolical of all foes;

    myself. Obviously bewildered and weary from the pain and emptiness of the

    place love once resided; I remain in this place, growing accustomed to the

    weariness, but plagued by the never-ending memory of what was. Imagine

    my surprise, finding another who now resides in this hellish place I've come

    to call home. I glance for the first time at the figure in the darkness, intrigued

    by the fading light in its center. With an uneasy, but familiar sense of purpose,

    courage and clarity; I crawl to where the figure had fallen, and began to tend

    to her wounds. They were identical to mine and the darkness of my home was

    slowly creeping into her very being. Realizing she would come to know the pain

    of my world, I began to weep for her. She reached out and took my face in her

    hands, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity; I glanced into

    the eyes of an angel. With one last glimmer of hope and benevolence, I looked

    to the sky and asked the creator to restore her to her former glory, and in return,

    I would remain here, forever bound by the chains of heartbreak and despair, waiting

    to be set free. The darkness seemed to be fading slowly, as her light grew.

    Her lips met mine for one final kiss, and then she was gone...