• And I screamed as if I was being dragged down in to the depths of hell. Yet I yielded no noise, no sound it was as if someone took my life, my essence, and my point of being and locked it away in the dark recesses of the human mind. Yet you ask who did this, you might say that it was a lover but no it was love its self. It was love its self that made me go in to the depths of hell it made me scream until I made no noise and most of all it was love that made me do that for my life for my lover… or at least I would if given the chance