-O'my Dear Savior... I cry out to You yet again. Somehow it seems that history is destined to repeat itself... and I am faced with these challenges once more.
My choices are near insanity and my decisions have tasted Death with a starving Soul.
Lifeless were my eyes.
Dark and decayed my heart.
Ripped, torn, and broken were my spirit.
My legs weak and weary.. knees buckling and balance wavering.
Stomach cramping as my chest tightens.
Unable to breath and it frightens me.
My arms heavy, petrified like the wood of a thousand winters.
My equilibrium elevates to a heightened consciousness and is all but lost in the forgotten Cosmos.
Vertigo violates my inner-...