Cold, Severd, and darkened from deep within. I can feel death draining my veins. Sucking the life I have left. My pulse weakened. My veins empty. My life gone away. Down the twisting and turning, tunneling drain. Forever gone. Always Lost. The Vengeful Severence of what is left of my self pity. Why? I scream silently inside. The involuntary tears stream like a beautiful red river, staining the floor upon which I stand. How much must I endure? All the shattering memories and the conpulsive pain come riveting back to me. I stand alone in the wide open gates of Hell...Welcoming it all with limbs of numbnezz. With a broken heart and tears of stained blood where tears once were known. I slowly give in and let it all consume the person I once was long ago.