All is numb in this world called home. Nothing seems to matter as I trudge through broken spirits hoping to find a sign of life in this abyss of the damned. As I walk through the door, the words hit me with such a force, that I am pushed to the ground, screaming words of forgiveness to the one who produces them. Onward to my sanctuary. I pull the blade from my thoughts to release the screams from within. With one pull of the silver pain, I release thousands of wings into the air! They search for nothing, yet they question all, breathing in the poison for their own doomed futures. Swirls of black and red enfold me in this curse of Gothic dreams and twisted voices from which I may never escape. Farewell my love as I travel on to my empty funeral. Farewell.
