The games we play, to get what we want. Dirty lies, our mothers told us. Half-truths, twisted to one's own desires. Where is the line drawn? between fact and fiction. Between love and hate... Between what's real, truly real, and what is simply an invention of evil, to taunt us.. bid us to do its will. So easily deceived, a pure innocence stolen from below. To be robbed of that purity, which we all once had. And the darkness wins out, as always in the end. Hear the angels cry, cry out for the loss. For all is lost, all that was once good... forgotten. The world is so dark... our world. The shadows creep in, and now they rule us all. We are bound, unable to think.. or to more.. or to feel. Where was the hero when we needed him? Gone. We never deserved him anyway. This is our fate.. and so we must live with it. For now and always, until the end of time.
There's a knock at your door boy, best to answer it.
Death is waiting...