Darkness-is covering me in waves, even if I try to hide I feel it's useless- resistance seems to be futile when all I can do is raise my hands, in my own defenses, block it out with more lies. Reality seems so real until you're pinched back into life. Lifeless- like the dolls, they have stitches on their eyes, morbid curiosity has gotten to the best of you and it seems...that...you...are...faithless- not so much as in without a god, but with no direction and too many paths. Breakdown. This is the last time I'll say this to your face, I don't want to hurt your feelings but I think we're driving in opposite directions on the same road.