This is what we like to call a disaster
A problem from the start...

Alone in a corner, empty and dark.
I sit here as my tears stream down, hot and...

The hero of this story is the one who dies alone
The one who breaths insanity through their feeble...

Reaching through the darkness to find the screams...

He asked me why I loved him, but I could never...
I love his warm smile, and his eyes that seem to...

Thinking.
worrying, analyzing...