What was once an enigma of a being as lively as a red rose and a newborn, appreciative to be held in its mother's arms? My soul painfully cries out. In a sense my heartbeat slowly paces with every beat, taking a step with the next filled with sorrow and grief as the first. Once as a brawl for a sign of caring, a symbol to show an unconditional love, abruptly taken away from me for thee, my spirit sheds tears. My life now swallowed in darkness as I struggle to find a bright enough light to set me free from this horror that is known as DEATH!!!!!

The day in which you left me I also departed from this, my lady, EARTH !!!!! I, in whom people have come to now am dead and gone. A newly being have risen from the shadows who desecrates the memory in the personage which is I. Who am I? Will the I, for we have come to know ever return? In time the essence of me will continuously fade. The path foreseen is distant. To live and carry on with the burden of the barricaded state of mind known as regret. The shattered psyche buried in my mind and heart telling me " its your fault."

The mere thought of not following your heart instead of your instinct rapidly feasting on my soul for I severely cry out for you. In need of you, what has this come to be. A gleaming aurora shines bright. I have risen again. To delve deep inside myself to become one of the greats, a persona in the life with what I still have in my possession. I will be given the strength, will and testimony to fight. The rains of sorrow and guilt drench me and yet I am released from its tragic grip awakening from my suppressing slumber in which my fear has encased me. I am no longer dead and gone, I am here with your memory and love, I have escaped and overcome this tremor.