Hollow and empty. Void and null. Acres of longing, gazing forlornly at what is left of you, what used to be you. You are just the shell of the girl that you have been. You are nothing, yet everything. You are my love. My love? Love? And I thought love would have been able to save you. Was it not enough? Was it not warm enough? Was I not warm enough? Because dear, you are so cold. Your lips a pale blue, your fingertips like icicles, you are frozen. Frozen in space, frozen in time. Hollow, yet full of spirit. Void, yet full of bitterness. This is my goodbye kiss, the one we first met with. And this is the last song I'll ever write to you.

Dream, my love. Tonight, you sleep for good.