Once again, I'm standing at the door.
Knocking at the windowpane.
My home is here
The doors are locked.
Why did you lock me out?
All you have to do is look outside
In the rain
And the snow
And the sleet
And the hail
And the darkness.
And you know that I will be standing there.
Waiting.
Counting the hours
Until I see you have remembered me.
Live your happy life.
Don't remember your darker side, my dear.
After all.....
I'm here because you couldn't face what you've done.
You created me.
I am here because you made me.
You couldn't face the darkness.
Or the blood.
Or the pain.
So I do it for you.
You are what? Young, I see.
I am old.
Older than you will ever be.
Seen things you will never see.
But what are you now?
You didn't know, did you
What a little ball of lead
Could really do.
So what are you now?
Too scared to go.
Too scared to stay.
Too scared to say
It's all in your head.



Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 361 AF.