Sadness in its truest form is knowing, knowing you can never have the one person you love with the deepest depths of your blood filled ocean for a heart. This painful reminder comes to me when I examine other humans exhibit love for one another. Even the devil much like I has love, but with it comes the pain from having to spend an eternity alone sitting on a throne, knowing that love is beautiful and delicate like butterfly wings, and that it can so easily be torn and corrupted. It is for this reason why I dare not reach out and take hold of the one person who brings light into my darkest hours, just by simply being in the same room. I just know I would extinguish her flame and I would for ever be left in the dark. All I can hope for at this point is that I can bleed out every drop from my blood ocean until it is a barren desert. Only then will I be free from drowning, and she will remain as beautiful and innocent and safe from my corruption.