3 February 2013
I hope and pray that i will find the child that i have left behind for as I hear the madness gloat a frightened scream rips from my throat. A child's love, with blind ambition against my panicked admonition into the heart of evil's lair. I battle on, without despair and search and wonder as I might. I see no ending to my plight, there is no point in searching more, for I'm the one he's searching for.
A sad little poem I found hidden away.
Fractured • Opuss № I