Logs_2

Hey,
When you read these words, I am already gone.
Think not of who I was. Forget me now—
My friend, my family, my love, my all.
This world has been shattered in the darkness before the dawn,
And yet… we have not forgotten the warmth of the light.

I wonder, why is humanity so fragile?
You, you weep for the future.
He, he prays for an end to the pain.
I, I make a sacrifice in the name of hope.
And the world, it just blankets us all.

I try to remember… I reach out my hand, but find only velvet darkness before me.
It should be the memories, the bliss, waltzing to a forgotten melody, that fill our hearts,
Not this present pain, this memory that will not fade.

You have lost so much.
And I, I have lost so much, too.
In this, are we not the same?

Do you still remember?

My light.
My world.

That future, how ethereal and frail it has become.
Like a wilting flower, it vanishes, never to return. I am an offering, destined to give my soul unto God, to leave this world of suffering behind.
This, I suppose, is my future, and my end.

No pity, no sorrow, no tears. Please, my dear child, wipe your tears away.
The walking corpses at your side cannot make you despair; they cannot seize your mind, nor can they take your flame.
Heal. Please, heal, won’t you?

I am here.
I will always be here.
I will never leave you.
I will never leave any of you.
I will never leave this world.
I will never leave any of Hell’s own children.

So love you, and love me.
Go now, and be at peace.

In this world, embraced by angels.