A ward amidst the darkness, an eye amongst the faces, a tear behind the laughter. These fools indulge in the expense of their "loved ones". Like thrash, invaluable and disposable, the women are treated, their feelings ignored and this illusion of "love" crumbled right before their eyes. Thousands of men have I watched while I'm stuck here in my own rotting piece of hell which the universe seems to enjoy watching. Nevertheless I walk alone, to the unknown, to the inevitable.