Alone.

I'm lost..

alone, i was abandoned by my friends, ignored by my family and raped by my enemies.

left, bloodied and bruised, all my possesions and thoughts, ripped from my grasp and stolen by others.

all i now have left is the spark, the small dwindled spark known as hope, my only possession.

in the bitter and cold night of reality, it tries to keep me warm, and it tries to guide me as i walk through the black darkness of insanity. It wards off the monsters of my imagination and draws the fragments of comfort to me.

but now, my final link has gone, lost to the winds of greed, hate, envy and confusion.. no longer am i able to support my mind in the swirling darkness of reality.

The horror is closing in, choking me, drowning me, slowly but surely killing me...

The spark has died.