This is a note I sent.
This is all original.


"We will find salvation one day.
The sting of truth and the dread of reality is a nightmare.
Emotion is a nomad in your mind who has been lost for some time.
Lost so utterly lost in the escape of what you seek as perfection.

I saw that nomad behind the barricades you've built.
He was a young boy. Past tense for now he's no more than a shell.
A shell controlled like a puppet by strings of self-hatred and repression.
In the shimmers of your eyes and the smiles that cracked with light.
It gave away the person you are, the one you really are.

The ceremony to resurrect feelings you killed off is difficult.
A blindfolded man at the edge of a skyscraper.
I can catch you when you decide to fall.
My blood runs through these streets, being kept upon pins and needles.

I may scream and try to run away from the knives you've thrown.
Your weapons are unknown to you until they make their mark.
I've been wounded by you, but it fuels me to further assist.
Come to me, full force, fall as hard as you can.
Descend with all your knives and poison so you may not use them again.

When you descend, it may be rough. I may be dead.
My death will not stop you. My death will not be in vain.
When you hit reality it may be bitter.
The ashes in our mouths have been extinguished before.

Carry On. I will be right beside you.
I'll hold your hand at the crown of devastation.
I'll kiss you at the eve of Earth's destruction.
We will survive. We found salvation on Earth deteriorated."