• I'll be waiting for you there.
    There in the darkest part of the human thought.
    Where nothing seems to make sense, but slowly converses into a gleam of hope.
    Hope that drives, that kills, that empowers.
    Consuming ones soul, becoming god like.
    Heart trying to conform to a new visitor, the new host.
    Far along the path now, a hemorrhage.
    Collaborating to thoughtless interventions.
    Consuming the last bit of worthless information, before erasing it all.