Nevermore will you be haunted by the shadows lurking on the wall. The wind to blow the light from your eyes. Nevermore will the un seemingly time pound, like a heart. The life was ending, the shadows, yes the shadows were not shadows I say. They were just a memory before time and life its self existed, before it had a name. Now they come to take what they will. The thief to take a bone from the snarling dog and bring it to earths core. I speak morbid to chaos in turning there is my method. You are not alone for I was once life, a breath of fresh spring air, the smell of summer...