"Later into the night the darker the soul becomes. The meds fade away my mind chooses not to stay. It rambles and rants, it gently falls asleep, leaving me standing in the cold, for all to see."
Christopher Chapman 2009 ©

"For what follows me into the darkness will no longer rule over my life. I shall thrust my sword into its soul and crush it so that I can grow old."

Christopher Chapman © 2010