Darkness, the world is full of it and yet still afraid of the unknown for it might be the shadows or ourselfs.
The world is in utter chaos as a sweet summers breeze is intoxicating me as I walk through the valley of the shadows and I fear no evil for I am surrounded by the worlds most beautiful things, things as simple as wild roses.
The smell so sweet your teeth might rot, the touch of the thorns so painful it could almost bring pleasure. As I grasp one single rose I look down at my hand and see lifes true currency is running down my arm.
The sickly sweet scent of roses and blood surround me it welcomes me with open arms but i do not go twords it for if I do everything will turn into the scent that surrounds me in an almost depressing way.