• You behold the face, the shroud of words never to be heard of such a dammed soul, but I will question why? I am trying aren't i? to be that which you wish to see. I am moving right? or is the ground simply shifting to suit though's around me. I will reach out my hand and grasp nothing as the ground caves in and walls collapse but nothing seems to matter because my knight is gone buried farther then i could descend. So i wait and to hit the bottom emotionless smiles to though's i pass, until i see the bottom in sights. Close your eyes count to ten, but when i open my eyes again no pain or misfortune but you to stop me before death and lift me up, taking me away from all the pain i thought i knew. The stoney casing around my heart you tare away until i feel no need to leave and only stay until the end of each day. The promise i break tares me apart the promise i keep to a soul lost in time, and yet i love you.