It's hard to stay in the light when she shadow seems so bright, my days are now night and I find it hard to determine the difference. Living with eyes covered in a mask of blind optimism I look now and see around to realize through my own eyes, this mask is not a crown. Walking down this path bathed in darkness I see nothing yet I realize so much.

I cannot continue on.

I must fight the source.

I must turn around.

I cannot stay this course.

I think as I look into the comfort of the dark and of the cold, "I know this is not right, I will win this fight, try as you might, I am solid, I am stone."