• Laying alone in the dark hot tears flowing down her ice cold cheek. Her mind wandering through space seeking answers...No one can speak. So tired she stops...Why must the weak always rest? She wishes for strength she never can keep. All thats ever given to her is a monster to creep up on the love that gave her her power only for it to greedily devour every last drop that ended her up laying tear soaked alone in the dark. by Rose Garcia