All my plants are dead now, leaving a crimson shadow of ther once briliance.
My wilted, once beautiful, roses as dry as dust.
What is happening here…
Why wont the sun shine like it used to?
No clear light to feed them, no water to quinch thier dying thurst.
Everyone is gone.
In This Place visitors are the demonic ghosts of my dearest friends and the darkness thats never left unfelt.
Starving of an appetite i can never fill, Here, my thurst can never be satisfied.
Forever is Here, in This Place is Hell.

Never give in,….Never back down,…..

Never say i give up.

Never quit

Never underestimate the power within.

Look deep inside, even if you think its to deep

find a source,

find that light.

find a way.

Hold your head up high

hold your weapon with pride

for this is war…….

but never forget we are all……

Brothers in Arms.