Well, here we are again, me and The Minister. It's always a strange dance we do, him with his dark cloak of mystery and me trying to keep up with the chaos he brings into my life. I've known him for so long now, it feels like he's been a part of me forever.
The Minister is a force to be reckoned with, that much is true. He carries an air of doom and despair wherever he goes, like some sort of twisted angel sent from hell itself. And yet, I can't help but feel drawn to him in some sick way. Maybe it's because we share a bond that goes beyond mere friendship or bandmates.
I don't talk about The Minister much, not even in these pages where I lay bare my darkest thoughts and fears. There's something about him that demands secrecy, as if speaking his name aloud would invite disaster upon us both. But still... there are moments when I catch myself wondering what lies beneath that mask he wears so well.
We've seen our fair share of horrors together - both on stage and off - but through it all, The Minister has remained steadfast by my side. He may be cruel at times, relentless in his pursuit of darkness and pain... but there's a loyalty there that runs deeper than any words could ever express.
I know deep down that The Minister holds secrets within him that could shatter everything we've built together over the years. And yet... I can't bring myself to push too hard or ask too many questions for fear of what truths might come spilling out.
So here we stand once more: Lonesome Wyatt and The Minister of Doom and Despair; two lost souls bound together by fate or maybe something darker still.