_Why? It's something I ask myself often. Why am I here all alone? Why do I make my way up the jagged rocks that cut at my soul only to weep a river between us? One solitary light stands by my side, flickering in the wind as if it was so fragile it could be snuffed out in an instance. I see you across the way, nothing more than a bag of bones getting closer and closer to your shallow, watery grave. You are consumed! And all I can do is cry, because there is nothing I could have done to save you.
Why do I talk as if you are still alive? Why do I allow you to have so much power over me? You can't hurt me anymore, not physically, and yet, my damage is everlasting.
When? When will you leave me alone?
My Name is LE or LE Style. I have a tendency to go off on tangents from time to time. Such is the MADNESS of my Mind.