A delicate story, too newly-written to be erased - but it has. Pain and ecstasy trickling across pale skin, tears fallen from eyes that can no longer behold the world. I remain conscious even when I scream for mercy, begging and pleading with the dark nights to give me a reprieve of my sins. For forgiveness. For someone, anyone, to penetrate the fog of loneliness for a few desperate moments while I stare at the cold, lonely wall in front of me until the sun rises and a new day of nothing has begun.
And yet no matter where I turn, I am alone.