Time does not exist in a world of dreams.

There is no grandeur about this place—only hopelessness, and a deepened sense of failure.

Faces are but shadows of a former life.

Existence is only a matter of perception—a dying force that sucks the grace out of my eyes.

Words no longer have power over my mind—they are memories of a distant place that I have long since forgotten.

Your smile is but a whisper in the wind now.

I can hear the pounding of my restless heart.

I receive no comfort from the rain in this hell.

I am utterly alone.

Perhaps the gift of resiliency is not always a blessing.

The damnation felt daily only strengthens my will to live.

Things will never be the same.

I would give anything for all things to fall into place.

But we’re lovers in a darkened hour; we’re people of a different kind.

But, I love you dear one.

I am alone now, for this new world gives me no sense of warmth or comfort—I feel no light here.

You always said, ‘we have each other,’ but I never meant to cause you pain.

I can’t do this anymore.

From now on, life is better spent in the shadows of the night, where it’s cold and beautiful.