PROLOGUE

April 7, 2011

2:00 a.m.

I am a runaway, lost at sea.

I am a broken bird, yearning to fly free.

I am a sinner, unworthy and unholy.

I am a rose, wilting slowly.

I am a raindrop, touching your cheek.

I am a child who plays hide and seek.

I am nothing, and yet I am everything.

I am contradiction and complexities.

I am a face with a hundred entities.

I am love and I am hate.

I am the voice that cannot communicate.

I am a melody, haunting and sad.

I am a soul that has slowly gone mad.

I am death in a living body.

I am a dangerous opium poppy.

I am rage, running through my veins.

I am pain, bound in chains.

I am isolation, imprisoned in my mind.

I am abandoned and left behind.

I am tenderness, soft and kind.

I am trust, naïve and blind.

I am remorse, shattered and frozen.

I am the path I have not chosen.

I am sadness, drowning in an ocean

I am faith, yearning for devotion

I am madness, rebellious and wild.

I am sanity, safely filed.