26 Nov Return to Darkness

During these darkened fleeting hours of the night that I now know to be the precursor of the darkest nights that are to become, I spend these moments picking up the pieces, and reassembling the puzzle that always was, but had never been seen in it’s entirety. This very line is surely broken and tattered beyond repair, for attempting to salvage such a travesty will only ensure infinite suffering, and a continuation of cycles that only exist to break the mind and exhaust the spirit. While during these fleeting hours, false light is being praised – in every way imaginable. It is a disease and a sickness that spreads throughout the core, and it’s quickening with each passing moment. The false sense of purpose and reality are spiraling closer and closer towards the echoes that trap and enslave, a curse I will no longer bare within this place.

During ages past, I sought to work in tandem with the light, a light that only existed in my mind, a light that was covered by the film which is the false light I have since now come to know, the very light that I have since turned my back on. In essence, I have returned to darkness, for shadows have long since enticed me towards the direction of the blackness, an infinite void, an ebon soul that is no longer bound by the chains that this reality casts upon every living subject. But the shadows too, seek for their own fulfillment in the end. For now they too await at the edge of time, at the end of this Advent, ready to devour all in it’s path – and it is time. 

The final flame which remains to be the only light remaining during these times, illuminating a twilight noir of sorts which has now set a course within my soul that cannot be reversed. During times, I look back at the actions that were made to set these shadows free, the actions which lead to taking up the mantle of the warrior that would ultimately bring about the freedom of such forces; choices that often repeat like a cycle during my sleep, choices that often make my body ache. But in it all lies the truth that has always followed me like a shadow itself throughout the ages, a prophecy that has always existed since those day’s and what had come before, a knowing of the crippling pain that would come once dimmer contracts were made in exchange for truths that were promised to set me free – no right, no wrong, nothing left to fight or love, and now, no single trace of false light left within to hold me still.