Eventually time consumes us all.
The last of a dying breed...

Disguise my interests.
Hide my flaws...

You’re Life.
My soul...

The sickness is an evil agent.
It grabs you despite your wealth...

The past becomes the creeping death.
Creeping up there’s nothing left...

Running and running.
Looking for something...

The bombs are dropping.
As the tide keeps rising...

Closed up tightly.
Searching for a form of solace...

I stare down the man in the mirrror.
His face is different than mine...

Amidst the dark, lonely night.
After those terrible, worrisome years...

My hand is shaking from the nervousness inside.
I'm about to open the door that leads to the...

Cold….dusty.
Breathless….so cold...