What has happened stains me, for I have committed to be that which I hold in the deepest part of mind, tainted in black. I am not this which my hand was forced to create. I have made mistakes, I have stayed away for fear of myself, but did not see that this meant to make me a stranger to even those I held appreciation for. I have been blessed as I have learned of that which mortals desire, power. I have traded the intimate secrets of my mind and ego alike, and gave up to the owner of virtue. To be guided towards the light though, I have been forced to use that old dear enemy of my past. Forgive me, this is not what I wanted, but as reason and sincere pleas have had no strength to save me, I have used that which would facilitate my life. So many because of one. Like the one who started this before the century even came about. She haunts my dreams, she taints my soul, her grip on my throat leaves me gasping. I will redeem myself, through this same power I have liberated myself. I am the reason though, this time truly, for my own chains.