These thoughts haunt me day and night and peace of mind evades me - I feel tremendous pain, my soul has been scarred...

My fiery nature, strength and defiant attitude have all been sapped - I feel weak, helpless and...miserable.

I am ashamed to admit such but it devours me each and every moment... Behind me there is darkness and in front of me...nothing... I feel caught in a vacuum yet I am myself a vacuum - I feel so empty, devoid of spirit and strength...like a traveller lost in a desert, without vision nor ambition...

Like a beggar I have nothing to lose, nothing but tatters of dignity, but yet why do I feel that I am being robbed each and every second?

Life is about living and death is a mystery, but I, where do I lie? Caught in the middle, bound by a cursed foundation, I am the guardian of a tomb which is my own; but sleep does not beckon me yet nor do I feel awake...