This life I lived had no real meaning to make it worth something more. With
no passion or direction, my mind is racing - screaming - searching for
answers on forbidden shores. My heart itself is slowly breaking,
shattering across my marble floor. These tears I cry are just unfeeling,
they give me no relief from pain. I've lived my life ever searching,
seeking much more than this world can give. I have longed to meet my fate
and follow a path far better than this. But in this world, I lie in sin -
flooded now with a pain so deep. I fall into an abyss so hollow that no
one can hear me cry or speak. No one will ever see me falling and no one
will ever notice when I'm gone for in this world I have no meaning, my
hopes - my dreams are just to meek. I told you once what you meant to me,
but I told you the truth outside of reality. My voice never reached your
ears; my whispered confessions were swallowed up by the wind. In the
twilight, voices murmur of ages past and the futures to come - but on the
topic of myself, they're silent as if I have no destiny. Perhaps that is
why I am now crying these mangled tears of garnet and rose - dripping down
from my forehead, the night's final darkness is my one true release. But
alas I wonder why now it is that Moon and Stars hide from me - the darkness
which once I charished now has become a foreboding peace. Nothing I saw
could ever help me and now I see... nothing at all...