As I lay all alone deep within my own thoughts, I start to feel the darkest begin to consume my soul… I begin to feel the sense that all is lost, as I feel the sharpen pain within my blacken heart… My mind sends me back on a journey that I never seem to escape, as I walk down a path in search for my dark guardian angel… Asking her to take my soul and do with it as she pleases, knowing that I have no need for my tainted soul anymore… As she hands me my tool of salvation, I take that cold steel and place it upon my life line… And with one swift stroke, a pool of crimson tide begins to flow… Laying there in the dark, my dark angel reaches out and grabs me by the hand… Taking me by her hand, leading me to back to where I truly belong… As I find myself back in the darklands, finding myself finally to be back home again… Knowing here in the darkness where I know myself, here in the darkness where I always belonged.