In the shadows of madness I stand, waiting for the thing that will break my fragile shell of sanity. Standing at the edge of the abyss, I look back on my life,the hollow existence of the things I held most precious.

I’ve lost so much and felt this pain for so long that I now live for the time when my instability turns to madness and all the things I’ve lost return to the shadows of my mind. In hopes that I can live in a world of fantasies and dreams.

As it seems, life has a strange way of letting you know that you will be nothing more than a vagrant, a mere shadow of life. Every time you stand, you will fall and for every step you take, you will be pushed back two more.