By Christian Aasberg

Sometimes you just need to write.

Often people don’t know a lot about me, I have Never been the person who shared who I was, I have done it a bit since I started studying at SCA, and here comes some more. Because I believe in order for people to truly know men, they must know my past.So I thought I would share something personal, something really close to me, form a time in my life where I was not myself.I went through a series of depressions, and one of the things that got me through it was writing.It didn’t matter if it was short or long, with or without rhymes, as long as I got my thoughts down on paper, it helped. Well at least for a while.And don’t worry, I got through everything, so the things below is not how I feel anymore, well at least not that often. But it was a part of my life.____________________________________________________________
I saw a face, an angel of sin. I felt her hand, on my skin. I felt her fangs, around my neck, and just like that, she make me sick. I could not move, I did not dear. Her claws were buried in my hair. She was so close I felt her breath. And a moment later I was...____________________________________________________________
It walks trough the room. Like a shadow in the night. It will take me soon. There is nowhere to hide.I know what it is. But I cannot tell. I cannot get rid of this. It will take me to hell.

I will go to the room I lay down in my bed It will be my tomb I will soon be dead____________________________________________________________
I can’t take no more. I’ am almost gone. Swallow by the darkness. That tears me apart. It’s all round me. In corners and on walls. I will soon lie down. To die on my own. ____________________________________________________________Shadows are closing in on me. Tearing my world apart. Crushing my heart from the inside. And leaving me, without a new start. They are trying to drag me away. Make me forget my pain.Maybe it’s the sweet smell of quietness. Or a world without rain. I want to do like the shadows say. But are the voices right.Are there really such a place. Or is it all a lie. I can’t hear myself. The fog is too thick.I want to scream for help. They all make me sick. But some shadows.. Are too deep to shatter.________________________________________________________________________________