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A poisonous feeling of discontent makes its course through my veins. A dark cloud moves slowly overhead, bringing a shadow upon the world. My body, mind, and soul is going numb with the pain of loss. My head is spinning from the speed at which my hopes, dreams, and motivation are deteriorating. A raging fire leaves nothing but ash in its wake, and eventually even the strongest cinders burn out without a sound. Riches to ruins, fires to ashes, dreams to insomnia, it all shows that nothing is infallible. Nothing that was put on the soil of the decaying garden of our home is perfect.

I am blind. There is so much I've missed and so much I cannot see. The shadows of despair and hopelessness have driven the eyes away. The dirt is now rich and fertile with the blood of our brethren. Only the innocent bleed while the rest run free, not even to do so much as to shed a tear of grief or pity. Dementia and paranoia have kept the eyes alive, but rapidly corrode the mind, leaving nothing but an unhallowed shell of what was once human.

The skies are grey now from the rising smoke. Ruins, all of it turns to ruin. No wall stands impenetrable. Stone walls collapse just as quickly as any other. Senses of safeness and security are forgotten and abandoned, and dreamless nights once again creep upon us. The awakened one stands, and though the eyes may still seem open, one cannot see nor feel. Frightened tears with terrorized cries leak down over the cheeks of solitude. Tears turn crimson with wasted breath and blood. Sleepless are the nights of gullability and eventual disbelief.

We have been awakened; our eyes forced open. We will never know the comfort of self-control. Constantly a feeling of uselessness rules us. It cannot be fought or expelled from the tainted heart for its power is too strong. It is nothing but a plague, unable to be cured. The eyelids never shut and the tears never stop.

We may never sleep again.