The pouring rain continued on drowning my thought, no, almost.

I can't tell if the tears on my cheeks are the rain or my tears.

Either way I am hurting, my heart is hurting, burning, and aching.

I'm tired.

I know it's too late, but now I am regreting my past decision.

I want to go back.

I am not who I was.

Angel of Darkness.