The darkness has rolled up again imprisoning me with invisible bars where I can no longer stand nor speak. Silence plagues me; shuttering me out. The weight seems to heavy, the pressures the exhaustion, the burning desire to be glorified and set free among the awakened bodies once more. Living in denial and fear; no where to go, No one accepts me. My arms reach up and pluck the decayed remains left scorched and rotting around me. But I do not blame the aching times nor do I blame you for forgetting about me. I write to my dear dawn left remembering the days when we rode to the cliff side and watched the sun go down. It was you that kept me warm and peaceful not the shining rays of the new day. For a miracle, such a familiar splendor i wish to touch again. But my heart aches, and I try to grasp for an amicable feeling; remembering your slender hands I once touched, but they are long gone. The darkness had slipped into our lives, devouring my partial soul I had grown accustomed to. The warmth that you once gave me, now cold and disregarded. Now I am left to wonder why?