• we are, yet have never been. we exist, yet have no purpose. is it not so, that hearts are made to break? for mine has. my heart, my soul has forever been cut asunder by the blade of fate. my mind is in a haze. in the world of my heart, my inner demons are unleashed. laying waste to the glittering cities that are my hopes and dreams. those cities that used to sparkle with the radiance of happiness, now are but smoking ruins. for fate has transpired against me. one day the earth will claim me as well. the eternal rest will set upon me. may his soul fly amongst the heavens. though life has forsaken him, he lives on in the hearts of all that have known him. Inomine Patris Et Filie Et Spirita Sanctum, The Final Sacrament it is fitting. that is a prayer that is said to someone that is about to die. as i sit here and lament, my soul turning to ashes. i realize that death is not the end. it is but the begining of an even greater adventure.