Fury. Absolute fury has engulfed Evelyn. I say engulfed as it is though she has been subject to a beast consuming her. She looks and feels like Evelyn, but her eyes run red with blood. She is on the prowl. The storm of her pain alight inside fuels her want for revenge. Her need for blame. Her desire to attack.
Like a fly on the wall, she witnesses herself. She sees this monster overtaking her and cowers at the sight. She sees it as it really is - not of herself, but subject to the weight of her cross.
Terrifying shadows cast over the ground
'Til the moon hides behind heavy cloud.
Darkness ensues in the cold of the night
And reduces any possibility of sight.
This night is too long.
Oh I cannot bear
The weight of this pain,
The toll of the wear.
Faster and faster the snow paces the skies
The blur kills all hope of sunrise.
I cringe and cry and crack inside
The very heart of me has died.
Not an inch not an ounce,
There is nothing left.
Not anything to denounce
For all morsels have been theft.
So farewell I am 'bout to bade
But first ask for Your assisting aid.
Aha! This is the key!
For suddenly You come to rescue me...
