• “So tell me now if this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know. That's when she said I don't hate you boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save. That’s when I told her I love you girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have. But the day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait. Like memories of dying days, that deafen us like hurricanes. Bathed in flames we held the brand. Uncurled the fingers in your hand, pressed into the flesh like sand. Now do you understand?” Savior-Rise Against

    Sometimes I picture myself lying on my back, my mind everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Knowing that there is physical pain but not actually feeling it. Warmth running down my sides and over my stomach. The color red, I can’t see it but like the pain I know it’s there. “How did this happen?” Who really ******** knows? Voices surround me, colliding with my ears, hurting me more than the pain. “Why don’t they ******** go away?!” My eyes squeezing shut. I don’t want to see their blurry faces. “Let me die in peace.” Whispers and shouts continuously fill the air and I start to go cold. No Shivers. Just cold, endless cold. Everything is endless. The blood, the cold, the voices with no faces and now, at the edge of everything the black, the pure darkness-endless.