*~Page One~*

The shadows beckon me once more. I can feel it's distinctly sharpened claws tear holes in my long forgotten soul. What have I become more than an abomination? I ask myself that question too often. A day won't pass without the thought of death rushing through my mind. I think of it constantly, these days. It's what keeps me going.

When I fade away into my own thoughts, a dream appears. This dream never changes. A swirl of sand, a lonely wanderer on the dunes with the sun setting behind his back. If only I could interpret dreams, but I can't. This dream drives me mad. It makes me angry and most of the time I wish I could just cry away the pain of not knowing what it means. I'm becoming obsessed with it. Days pass without myself knowing it, and faces are fading infront of my sight.

It's all just a blurr, nothing more.