I open my eyes to the darkness, how sweet and silent it is, i have no place in this world to really call my own but hear i can always imagine i do. For years ive struggled to rid my self of the demons of hate and sadness from my soul, but with little change. But I can always depend on the darkness to stay the same silent and cold, like my soul was back before the doors to fate opened.Back then i had little hope for man always blaming them for my misfortion and pain always looking for a way to escape. Today i escape by drawing the demons that i imagine in my soul. Back before this i would cut my own flesh for sanity , Its hard to imagine now i