The world can't find us.
It can't eat us, fight us. For we are not humans anymore.
Only our souls matter anyway, don't they? Only our actions, our deeds in the balance?

I'm scared sometimes, scared of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Scared of them. Scared of you. Mostly scared of you.

Because I can't love you even if you asked me too. I can't feel something even if it was the last thing I was supposed to do. I can't. For I am numb.

So I find her in the depths of your sorrows, and she heals you. She helps you. And I am not scared of you anymore. For I am free.