In the land of no tomorrow, in the field of forsaken hopes and dreams, there I lie staring, at all that can never be. Everything that I had longed for, all that I had wished to see, is now dead to this world, in the realm that ceases to be. With the break of a new dawn, a day begins but no light shines through. It's stull as dark as the rest, how sad yet how true. I peer out over the horizion, at the sea that beckons me, why don't you end it all, there's nothing left for thee. These words they seem so wise, and I search inside my soul, a chasm I forgot existed, a part of me that had grown cold. In the darkest of shadows, I fall to my knees and bow my head, I mourn all that is no more, I fear that my God is dead. My wounds to deep to heal, my own little hell is formed I scratch and tear at my flesh to feel, but alas all there is...is scorn. Just like a dying candle, the last of my life flickers out, is this the end...will there be a tomorrow, the answer remains the same...nevermore.
