Where is it? where is my relief? Why this wait for happiness, when the dark shade wont lift. Do you mock my trials and proggression? Or do you enjoy my misery? The fact that I'm still in the dark proves your arrogence. But fear not, I found another way out. I won't run any more. I'll let you take me. The King Of Death, I welcome your arrival. I welcome the spear of my past that you use to cause me pain and agony. That alone should give me hope to live again. That alone will give me happiness and bliss, because without your past, Your nothing but a statue on a three divsional plane.