A blade slicing in the darkness......your mind's eye can see
You do nothing to stop this attacker as it slowly takes your flesh..in
small chunks...
Your mind and soul bleeds with the pain....
You fall to your knees....and you beg this silent attacker to finish you
off.....
but it doesn't....or maybe it can't.....
but it stabs you....night after night, day after day, when your hope for
the day after is fresh....
it cuts your hope down as a scythe to the wheat...
leaves your soul to cry out...
for those who you leave behind....or those who left you with this
monstrosity....this evil...this hell
You cry again and again for it to stop....
You wish for those you love.....and they can't see....can't hear....
Your Loneliness.....

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 310 AF.