The fire burns tonight. The passion is alive.

The memories are killing me. Slowly, but surely I'm dying inside.

You opened my mind and gave me so many things. Happily settled down and began to comfort. You were all I needed I had everything.

Times changed and you let go of the memories. Slowly your fingers dug into my skull. Ripping flesh from flesh. Tearing away the memories. You stole myself never to return it.

Are the memories killing me? What do I have left? I'm not dying anymore. I can't feel the world anymore.