your days are filled with nothing but Pain and you're dead inside - so numb - no hope of being kissed awake from this Land of Emptiness, dark and dreary where the air is so cold and chills your bones and it's all just an absolute Nightmare
except there are no Scary Monsters; just the foreboding voice of The End - its silence screams your Name and haunts you as you trudge along the Frozen Shores of your Heart
there is no Oxygen here - no way for you to breathe you're perpetually choking and you can't start a Fire - can't warm your numbed hands - and there is Nobody out There to ease the aches that this Solitude brings - It sweeps over the Tundras you've come to call "Home"