~In the hour of darkness, the warmth of a soul, the passions of the heart is shared.
Low, should I stand alone that light shall fade and all that is left is the bitter dark.
In the black abyss, thoughts arise, echoes resound and the maddening insanity shall touch thy shoulder.~
He will not listen, he never listens. That is our child I will not stand to see her become a tool to his experiments.
There is only one course of action for my daughter and I. I must end this and make sure my daughter is safe.
~yes fate has spun her thread. It is a beautiful weave. Yes indeed it is a maddening, somber, saddening, beautiful weave.~