The begining is the end; The end devours all. The highs have all flown past me, there is nothing but the fall. The darkness is a living thing snapping at my heels. The wind cries out a mournful song that echos how I feel. All illusion stripped away, all fantasy takes flight. All warmth has slowly seeped into this dark, forboding night. If the dawn at last appears and the deceitful sun does rise, I will stand alone and welcome it with blank, unseeing eyes.