Pain
Someone to to take my hand and save me from the clutches of darkness. A nomad in a desert of souless bodies, rotting, decayed carcasses preyed upon by the vultures who want to drain you of all that you used to love. I continue to search...
Sadness
Melancholy
Tortured
Souless.
Heroes? There are no more heroes. They died alongside my childhood, memories fleeting as the pain piles up and covers the light. In a world without heroes, how will we survive? Blackness reigns. Don't uncover your eyes, there are no saviours.