A Dark Persons Daydream
I find peace in all that is dark. Not where demons are consuming me, but a full moon hanging over a lake where the stars aren't so bright. A shade covered autumn forest where you can see the dark storm clouds rolling in. I am afraid of the dark, but I'm not afraid of dark things. Many times my daydreams involve castles where storms are raging as I stare solemnly out upon the world. Others aren't so obvious, many times I'm walking along many paths each one different yet the same. Always the leaves are red and orange. Always each path leads me to the reaper, who always whisks me away.