I sit here and listen to the sounds of the world slowing dying around me. The familiar surroundings I have grown to love are whisked away with the rest. I feel so empty, cold, so....alone. Oh lord why have you gave up on my weary soul. The cold has taken the very breath that gave me life. As I slip into madness I choose my anger to give one last chance. I fail , I fall , I cry, and I have lost. Where do you go when you have lost. Where do you go when the sun has burnt out. Where do you go....last tear is dry and tasteless. I crawl in a ball and weep for forgiveness of my crimes. I'm so cold....
