Memoirs of a Fallen

It was in the innocence that grew the will and the desire to grasp the understanding of love, for I had seen the extent of its power. I had witnessed the beauty it bred. But in innocence, I had also lacked the required comprehension to fully claim knowledge of such nebulous essence, as did the many, if not all those who craved it to a desperate and dangerous level. In a world of hatred I was cast; the light of love mantled by endless darkness, without a guiding shine, with decaying hopes to...