Dear Me,
You are starving.
Dying to hold her.
One last time.
You want a second chance.
A real goodbye.
You held her as she faded away.
Death took her.
The darkness.
Consumes.
Controls you.
Don’t stare at the darkness for too long.
The darkness will soon notice you.
The sickness wants to take over you.
Deaths staring back at you.
Don’t shy away.
Refrain from covering up your face.
Face the things that haunt you.
Xoxo- Me
