Every night he walks through the shadows of hell seeking those to embrace the pain of the evil to make the peace of night. He battles an unlimited blood shed war only to see again tomorrow night. He cannot learn more then he knows, maximized memory of death's imagination. Physically the pain will never reach the hurt of the mental terror.   ...The warmth of fall use to keep us out day dreaming with the greatest reward sitting in an sun filled patch. The closer I try to get the farther I slip and fall away from what was simple yet time stopping beautiful. With winter brings the beginning of the screams and cries inside my head. Even if all the fear and terror of time was within I would still take a lifetime of sleepless nights for just one more memory. They all will judge but they will never ask why, even so my pride would never tell them this is how insanity fells. Dreaming of what have could have been but waking to the screams. I'll never know why but I would rather feel the pain then say was ever any to begin with. An tattered heart will only beat for so long. How could I ever tell them the last bit of hope was used to gain their love and thrown away so easily. It's safe to say I will never be able to save myself but if it means lives can be lived happy then I will be forever closing my eyes to the horror.