The Cold Dark
I never managed to let any of my loved ones know just how much anguish I have inside. How much anger, how much ire, and rage, and a desire for destruction beyond measure. They know the reason, but they don’t understand the aftermath. I want to see the world feel this frostbite. I have seen the void. It never ends. Its corruption is unfathomable. Sometimes I tell myself how ironic it is to be able to see infinity, at such a high cost. I have only found purpose in Jehovah. Existing for him is the only thing that has truly kept me going. But in this world, I now have a burden.
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