The Dark Night of the Soul.

THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL. I played that game and played it well 'til it brought me here today. As a child exposed and vulnerable, for protection, the blanket would stay. I wrapped it around me tightly and clung through years untold, manipulating and controlling behind this shield of gold. I chose to see no further and exploited every stitch 'til it lay in threads around me, but still I re-wove and knit. As time went on, half clad, I bared the dark side of my soul but turned my head and stooped so low to make that blanket whole. I wore it thin. Nine lives it lived, 'til that fabric was no more and the threads I used for cover bore a festering open sore.