Conversations Best Kept Secret

(I'm pretty sure that this was never meant to see the light of day, mainly due to the fact that I had hidden it from myself.)

What will you do, who will you turn to for salvation?

I turn inside, to the chaos and craze, the bindings and chains; I will be my own salvation. The choice I made then, I make all over again.

The battles and blood? The fires and floods? You would start it all again, even knowing how it ends?

The story goes on, the book has not ended. Those whose choice you would steal must be defended. It is not for you to govern existence. Worlds have died, yes and many to come, even your own now sits in tattered rubble. Who are you, who couldn’t govern themselves, to dictate the choices of everyone else?

You courted with dark. You chose blood and blade. You’ve populated hells, all custom made…

I’m aware of my actions, I’m aware of your lies. Self-righteous indignation, you are all to be despised.