• I feel as though my air were low.
    That a thousand pounds of pressure is on me.
    I'm nothing more now than a shell to feed. A war inside me that I feel the casualties.
    No future for me, but pain and suffering within.

    My defenses falling apart, looking to repair with comfort.
    Only for it to be torn apart.
    The storm will soon consume me.
    The happiness within is only but a reflection of what it truly was and is nothing more but a mask containing suffering and agony within.
    Allies and elements no longer can save me. What is left to save of me?

    No longer feel warm and safe, only cold and chaos.
    I fear soon, that all I will be only a memory....