Sacrelige

They all seem to see a Hell reeking from me. I was the one that made them stronger in what they belive, and now that I am gone they hate me for it. I hurt, it pains, it sears not belive in what I thought I had. This darkness is constantly enveloping it consumes me, what once produced light that none could resist is now being consumed by the darkness itself. Who would know that the light would one day loose. That the passion would die, that I would become those who sink in self-loathing, become one of the ever hated and pain seeker, a blood weeper. Who knew that not only would I go to Hell but I became the Hell. I was once the cure and now the curse the plague itself.

This is me, I am what I fought, become what I hated.