the pain is killing me..
I'm almost at the edge......
since he left me...
i've lost my immortality.......
food has lost taist...
music has become meaningless.........
my body ech's.........
and now the only thing i can do is die......
a mortal.....
after all death is but the excape from the torment we call human life...
may it be my excape.........


(exerp from william walsh's "Requiem Romantica")