The sun is sinking into the dark oblivion that lies beneath the western horizon. The last sweet tendrils of light creep through my curtains and lay themselves on my bed as if to wake an imaginary sleeper to the morning of the night. Half the day has come and gone, another half remains. I do not know what waits for me under the starry sky, sparsely streaked with gray clouds, but I do know that now I don’t face my trials alone.
For far too long have I faced the cold night alone. It seemed, then, that the only thing brave enough to stand by me was my blade and even it was cold and chilled my soul. My only comfort was the ways of decadence, brought to this world by the betrayal of man to God. It offered escape through captivity. It also brought loneliness, and a feeling of unworthiness. I felt like a thirsty man standing before a great waterfall of sparkling and pure beauty. My thirst filled me, almost insatiable, and I had but to extend my hand and drink my fill of the undefiled waters. However, my hands, it seemed, were stained. I did not want to taint the water with my touch lest the others who may drink from it, or the waterfall itself, take on my own defilement. I love my friends dearly, and I felt so unworthy to be around them. I felt as though I would either ruin their beauty, or they would fear what I had become. What was I anyways? A vampire that preyed off thoughts and feelings? A madman bent on the destruction of those around him? Perhaps I was just a boy, a mere child that lost his way in the wilderness of himself. Either way, it doesn’t matter now.
I traversed the darkest mist, and seas of blood and shadow. I navigated the ravine of depression and tasted the bittersweet fruit of decadence. I climbed the mountain of doubt, and tumbled down the rocks of anger. I caressed the sky, and became the fallen angel of my own world of fantasy. In the end of it all I was a shell of my former self. The bible could have called me a city without walls, for I did not know myself. Then one day, I did something that changed me. I decided to return to the father that I left so long ago. He accepted me back, and now things are different.
I no longer fear that my friends fear me, and though I may be alone a lot, I am never fully alone. He is with me. My blade was once cold, but now I am proud the grip the hilt once more. I may still travel through unfriendly lands, but I do not go alone. My battles may be long, and I may fail or fall from time to time, but if I am sincere He will never leave me.

This has been my confession. A reflection upon myself. Think of this me as you will, but now I am free. A warrior now, more than ever.