VEIL'D MELANCHOLY.

XXIII - YOU CAN'T KEEP TOUCHING MY SKIN, & ASK WHY YOU MUST PAY FOR YOUR SINS.

I can never elude you, my heavenly demon. I was born with a curse, and I was raised by you. Your wrongs taught me the value of right, your fallacies patched me up, and your falls wounded the both of us. Conjoined to the hip, we would seem, for you were a part of me I will never break free of. I don't like your presence beside, or within me. I abhor the feeling you provide me with, where my throat is choked up, and I'm on my knees begging for mercy, which you never agree to spare. Why must you be so crude? Who made you this ruthless? Why do you tear into me when I'm at the lowest of my lows, but come back to rejoice when I reach the peak of my time? Sunrises aren't you, neither are sunsets. You're not the beginning of an enchanting night, you're the vile end of an era. You are valiant, I give you that. You've made me audacious, for the darkness in the corners you take me to, is heavy. So heavy, that I stay blinded, and all I can feel is the dark. And it feels just like you.