When nothing matters any more and you’re left sitting in an empty shell where do you turn?
The sky is as dark as appropriate, lacking the moon and stars which have proven to be but false light.
It’s as if the sun never existed making the cold brutal. Brutal and final.
Will I ever be warm again?
Will I ever see the sun again?
Part of me longs for the night to last forever.
Hide me within the folds of darkness.
Shelter me within the infinite amount of space.
Please, don’t let me see the days pass by.
Don’t let this feeling be defined.

When the morning comes, as surely it will, how will I get up?
This isn’t the end of the world.
There is no fiery doom.
Just emptiness. This is life. We will carry on. You will carry on.
Are we playing games? This is it, isn’t it?
How can I ever feel any better? How do people feel this every day?
How are we not all writhing on the ground screaming in pain?
I want to go back on my word – haha, it was a joke. Everything’s going back to normal.
Only it’s not. Haha – joke’s on me. Great.

I’m in pieces. I can’t stop this now. I’m not sure if I want to.
I can just hope that this night lasts forever. Don’t let tomorrow come, please, please, please don’t let it come. Let this be it… no more pain. I can’t handle any more pain. Let this be the end of it.