In that dark dead space where only rumbling and doubt can be heard, a soft voice beckons for the candor that would not dare seek out the light.
Quite daunting it is, sweet child of the night, but only until you allow the truth to find it’s sight.
Tell me dear, what is it that has brought you here?
Is it dread, is it guilt, perhaps it is shame?
Here, a small echo of pain is a sweet song for br...