I'm sick and tired of everything. Sick of this journey, sick of the battles. Sick of fightinf for what I believe in when everyone around me is so caught up in their own lives that they didn't even notice that I was slipping. They didn't hear my voice or see my pain...They didn't care. But he does. He loves me. Ha, love. Something I never thought I'd have again. But I do, and I;ll kill anyone who tries to take it from me.  Oh, you can try. Try to save me from what I've become. But you can't. And everytime you close your eyes remember that you did this to me. You made me what I am. I am his...now and forever. I am hate. I am fear. I am the deapths of despair. I am the New Evil.