what's the purpose of a soul if it remains still and life less bleeding out slow as he stares at his slit wrist shining brilliant like a diamond hard to compress and when pressed you see the coal that he's confined in he's brittle worn down belittled and torn now from the love he had found only to see it wasn't real this feel just like falling down a flight of stairs upwards it's absurd with every word she had heard upset her forfeit worth for her comfort and it still doesn't work so he searched for