And when all have left me,
When I am alone in the world,
Your voice will still haunt me,
My heart will still bleed,
And my tears will still fall.
For in that moment of utter loneliness I shall see I am truly Nothing.

Alone I am lost, I cannot see the path for the tears that blind me.
I need your hand you guide me through the maze of life.

Alone and lonely can mean two different things. Tonight they have no such distinction.

There is no pain equal to a heart dying within a body still breathing.

I wish my heart came with a receipt, then I could exchange mine for something useful, a conscience for example

What is this fear that drives us to better ourselves?
Not the fear of failure, but the fear of what we may achieve.

Stand not on the cliffs of despair and preach to the storm

The sorrow of the heart never ceases, but in words I pave a path back from the brink of my own destruction.

It is October 31st, All Hallows Eve. It is snowing and I have blood on my hands.

Death will outlive us all