The road is reflecting the noise of our cars a thousand times.

The leaves are crying out in a whirlwind of emotion.

The flowers are withering from the ice of a cold heart.

My demons are escaping from all the openings I secured.

It's darkening.

Everything I built is breaking apart.
Nothing but my memories remain.

I'm a walking shell, a soulless corpse.
I have no dreams, no future.
No hope, no faith.

This is the end.

I'm giving in.