IN THE DEAD OF WINTER  

There will come a time when you are just absorb by the very chains that bound you mentally, for how are you going to be able to deal with another day of the insanity. That knowone else seems to be able to see but you, as it grabs at the very core of your subconsciousness ripping out your thoughts. Leaving behind in its wake a path of destruction of broken hearts and lost souls, who are only trying to help you survive another day in the abyss of the darkness. That seems to surround you creating illusions of demons and gouls, haunting you chasing after you through your innermost dreams, as you try to escape from a fate worse than death. For it is definitely not easy trying to live life this way and call it normal, yet always doubting yourself and self worth and value to an unseen image that only wants you to break. So that it can have you wondering through the deepness of the storms, alone and afraid feeling abandoned by all who participated in the fall down of your grace. But you see and know that the devil is a lie and a thief of souls, for you are much more stronger than that for you have gone through the storm and rain. Even when the insanity and madness creeped into the depth of your subconsciousness, robbing you of the mere sense of the human touch of love and affection with understanding from unconditional support. Yet you still remain lock within the next level of your self control, reconnecting you to a higher power that is not the devil of darkness in disguises. But an amazing angel who has come to save you, from a fate worse than death from in the dead of an winter night.