My heart is spent. exhausted. all the remaining drops of love wrung out and twisted until all that remains is a dry husk, ripe to be used as kindling for all the world's sorrows. My sorrows are crippling. debilitating. slashing at the meat of my person until the wail leaves my blood red lips, the keen I'd been holding in streaking past with the speed of a thousand lights. My light is diminishing. fading. twinkling and sputtering, saying an unsteady goodbye while the fear claws at my throat, and I'm left with a gaping emptiness that cannot hold back the dark. The dark is here and I have nothing left. The dark is here and I am no more.