And yet when I look in your eyes I see nothing but a spiral of darkness. How can so much darkness exist in such a kind person? Such soft features, such gentle words and yet your heart is full of darkness from the regret of your world.

I want to heal your pain make it all go away, my light can help you find your way. But you look right through me as I say this to you. You cannot see me through the darkness that clouds your sight. You cannot see the light. It's out of your reach.

Then you disappear.

I follow.

You're not going to do this again, oh no you don't, you're stronger than that and you know it. Why won't you hear me calling out to you in your dreams?

You once said I was an angel but that was a lie. I'm no angel, you are, but you cannot see your own kindness, it gets lost in the dark of your eyes.

Maybe I am an angel sent to help you but I can't help you if you keep running away.

You stop! And turn to look at me! But its not you looking back, it's him. I lost you somewhere and now I'm lost too.

All is lost…

Colours flash before my eyes and I fall away from you…from him. And he smiles. And catches me. I want to get away. Away from him, but his gazes is mesmerising its pulling me in…so much like yours but darker somehow like he's accepted it, wants it, needs it.

It scares me.

The dark has always scared me, but not like this.

I call out your name but there is no reply just an echo of my own voice inside your mind and he smiles still. I run.

Still I search for you… even for just a glimmer of you. But I find nothing but his darkness, nothing of your kindness.

But I feel you there somewhere close by and I start to hope. You're not lost after all… at least not yet. I shine my light and I see you huddled in a dark corner and I try to run to you but he stops me. He holds me and pulls me away. I call out your name and you look up only to see me dragged away by him, the very image of your darkness made real.

What does he want with me? Why won't you stop him? Why have you resigned this as your fate? Why can't you see past the darkness and see the light that holds you by a single fraying thread from certain oblivion.

I hear your thoughts:

"I can't help her I'm too weak"

"I'm so lost within myself I can't see anything"

"Why does it always target me?"

"Is it because I'm weak"

"I'm a failure"

I try to call out to you to denounce your fears but he stops me somehow.

Then he whispers to me "you're my angel now!"

Even his whispers are harsh and dark and I silently wish you had control of your darkness. I wonder why it consumes you so. Then nothing but darkness remains. And I suffer a thousand times but I see you no more and I too give up hope.