My heart is drenched in darkness, sorrow and regret. Pain and suffering is my road. There is no way out or around it when you are forced to walk it. Chained to it, holding onto something that will never be. Time erodes everything that's not solid and strong. Seeing why I should keep fighting this pain, only causes me to to wish I was no more. Like a dagger piercing my heart's aortic valve there is no chance of survival. Why fight when everything around me is dying. Like a cliff branched out over the open ocean, seeing what could be is masked by the distance between. I am what I have become, I am no more.