First steps back.
Back into the darkness
Where I have always belonged.
Colder.
It's much colder
Than it was before.
And the voices....
Calling...
Echoing...
Fading...
Again and again.
Old memories.
Shattered dreams.
Lost moments
Of what I once belived in.

Darkness.
Back into the darkness.
Where I am Cold,
Distant,
And safe.
Where there is
No Love.
Where there are
No Good-byes.
Where there is just
The tortured peace
Of loneliness.

that is so good james
i can hardly find the words


you dont really feel like this do you?