The nightmares worsen, as the days moving on with a great haste, spinning a web of horror, pain, sorrow, that only you know to well. Inside, you fall, and the never ending, slow reminder of the pain drags on, tearing you from your sleep, into the nightmare of the life that you have suffered.

Still you do not know, if the answer is because of your past or the bleak dark loneliness of your future? The reality of your pain as it pulls you further and pushes you under, drowning you in a fate that you never asked or wished for, had no chance to control.

As you can cry out in misery and none of them shall ever know. Passion or pain, they have forgotten the difference and such a great difference it is. Cascading down into your tormented soul, pounding in your shattered heart, and what do they call it, passion. Love. Fools, all of them, for they could never really know true love, just a false imitation of passion and pleasure. Ignorant bastards.

Alone you sit, crimson lust, a deep dark hunger, and you awaken the night. For the night is your only friend, as silent as the grave, it still speaks to you. The silent night's embrace, the only one whom knows your true thoughts, the heart that beats deep inside, the soul that cries out, and the rage of sadness that escapes the whole of your being. So ironic, but the night knows everything when everyone else knows nothing.

Shall you never feel the breath of peace. Life has no meaning and the violence of death haunts your dreams, so we shall find no peace there either. Life threatening, the heartbreak that haunts you during your waking hours. Non, though the question you so desperately wish to ask is also the answer that you most fear. Shall you ever feel the warmth in the arms of love? Non, because love isn't real anymore. How ignorantly we still are, wishing for it to be real.

We feel imaginary, unreal, when no one speaks are name. Its the lie we humans seem to adore. Yet we lie here in purgatory, caring for someone whom does not care for us, like a shadow that stalks you, but is never really there and can never really speak back.

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