O Night, I was a child who was raised in your womb. Sometimes I remember you, and want (like memories do) to go back for a little, to live again as I once did. But I find I have traveled too far out of your embrace, that Day has me secure in its light. I know not how I arrived where I am now — it seemed as if I looked around and the world had turned upside down without that I realized it. I am a soul of the brighter powers, now. I wish not to follow the tone of my own voice echoing through the hollows of the world any longer. I am to serve the larger voices that are told of in that holy book I own, that book which in turn owns me.
Forgive me, O Night. I shall not return.
Broken Poet
4:10am friday, 20th september
Moving on from the darkness of night, to the dawn of a new day, following the larger voices and guides through the book. Beautiful.
Kyle (Prophecy)
2:53am saturday, 21st september
i am forced back into the world of maddness, for God is angry at me. I am the one he chose, and i turned on him with dissbelief. I have plunged into the darkness, afraid to go back for the wrath of god is beyong my imagination.
Nightwolf87@cox.net
Stand
4:54am saturday, 21st september
God is not angry with you, even if bad things happen. God loves you. Sometimes hard to believe, but true nonetheless. If you're at the end of your rope, I recommend that you pray. That's never wrong.
Broken Poet
Kyle (Prophecy)