I've lost it all. I'm just a silhouette. Black lines, outlining gentle curves. Curves that have been shown no mercy but rather the ragged edges of thick fingernails and the hard grasps of meaty hands. My soul, it bleeds. My eyes reflect that bleeding in tears that fall for all that has been caused to tear open my soul. A soul withered away. A flower shown no nurture. My mind was ravaged you see. I was led to believe the worst. Now I walk a haunting road.