• Your flawless cause of despair is a perfection of stifled cries, as I lay there still in my blood, gasping for any air that may reach and replenish my need of the long gone thoughts of my lost and forgotten love. Are you the one that has betrayed me? No? Then who, who could be capable of this torment. Its torture to here your voice call out to me and I know can do nothing of it. The last sliver of the moon that is ever, and ever will be, seen to the human eye is devoured by the cries of the innocent as their blood is shed as an offering to the god of death. The taste of guilt, regret, and greed linger like a fog you can't find your way through. Tonight is the night that death will take victory on the immortals that are growing week with in this concealed world.