You drag me to where I can be dropped, the edge of sanity and piece of mind when I though I could get away from that this time.

   We walk where we were left to die, funny how the world where our hearts were broken and bodies mistreated seems to be our favorite place.

   A desert sun and scorching heat, a landscape once adored now only becomes our meeting point.

We escape, we walk to the cold where rain of fire is replaced by falling snowflakes.

   It's a matter of time before I close my eyes to move again, the time and space change what once was great into something that can easily be destroyed.

You are what creates and destroys each and everyone of my days.

So, how does one destroy what he loves the most? How does one survive with this thought eating him up inside?