Another sleepless night unfolds at my fingertips. Restlessly scavenging through my mind for answers to questions unknown. I look outside to see the world at rest, no songbirds in the trees or rustles in the bush. Only me and my memories. A perfect balance between heaven and hell in my own mind. Slowly, I feel the world around me fading into a cool shade of grey; as I sit alone on the darkened horizon in a throne of charred earth, painting a potrait of words and emotions that will only be revealed in the light of day. I see grief in the eyes of many, knowing that humanity is gradually moving beyond our reach with each step we take in our lives. Yet, there are some who would dare not think of the day when their illusions could no longer shield them from the world-weary hearts of a dying people. Through greed and gluttony, they build walls of false hope and security at the table of the scornful, ever watchful... I walk a familiar path to a place of rest, long forgotten by the world, where I could breathe easy for a short while. "When will they see?", I asked myself as I stared into the sky to watch a second sunset. With a new-found sense of clarity, I continued on my way down the forgotten path, and tipped my hat as I passed The House of Dies Drear... "As it ever was..."