#8: A dark abyss, infinitely taking my emotions and my life. Draining me until all i have is an empty shell to live in. What did i do to deserve this?
#9: Falling, falling, emptiness consumes me... A never ending spiral, a paradox i belive to be true... A never changing passion burns inside, unable to be grasped. A new feeling of lost takes meaning, and the meaning of found dissapears. Why does life treat us like this? All the days we share our feelings to our heartys content are diffrent now, each word having less meaning, each sentence having less effect, each letter having less fire... Why do we change so much, but ourselfs so little?
