The first day.
Sleepless nights, studying the dark tendencies that we are trying to protect the world against. every dark thought is a moment closer to becoming that which we can’t. darkness envelops in the pursuit of knowledge, every thought, every formation of logic a further tip of the scales into oblivion. we are the gray area. we are the shadows. we don’t exist, yet we are everywhere.
teetering on the edge of sanity, over looking an ocean of madness. its a careful balancing act… whispers carried along the breeze, calling out to us. tempting us with dreams and lies. pulling us closer to the waves with each sweet promise and lie… willpower and resolve pull us back, and is the only thing we have preventing us from becoming polar opposites of our aspirations.
we must resist.
we are all that they have.
we are everything and we are nothing.
