This dying love of which we live on, and show that we can never be more than a pawn. This grace of which we our lives thrive, it's turning darker and harder to stay alive... In this dark possessive world our hates fade, and a new love makes it's sharade. A shadow crawls slightly on the wall, but our bodies already tend to fall. Slowly comes the knife that will soon decide her fate, but her body will be too torn and it would be too late. So we spend these dark nights crying and sobbing, but our eyes will never stop the throbbing, or which our hearts keep feeling, and still feels like it is god that is the one stealing. Currently the sickness grows on our skin, but the feeling of missing will never really thin. Times we hope that light will share the truth, but that is asking for a drill through our tooth. Seeing as the lights fades away, love is the one thing that will stay, for I will never be better, and have hidden messages in this letter. The heartache is killing the inside, and it is making it harder to proudly stride. This missing thing in my heart may never appear, but the only thing you will see in my eye is the hidden tear...