Every story has an ending, every ending has a new beginning.

After all this time, the wound is still open and bleeding.

..Let the blood on my knife paint my fear..

Its funny yet ironic, life is limited...death is eternal.

Life has no dress rehearsal, there is only one performance.

I will sit here in silence as the terror carries on, and the words I don't speak, will stream down my face.

..Run away with me..

..I live for your smile, and die for your kiss..

If I ripped my body open, would you crawl inside and save my soul?

...and she's not coming back this time...