[MtnTime2896]

I am a soul without hope. A new development but not unexpected. Not sure when it happened or how. I went to bed one night with the little that remained, my eyes shut but didn't shut away the demons that came like thieves in the night. My eyes opened, and since that night I may as well keep them shut. The light, the light that had become oh so small and dim, was gone. My eyes had shut turquoise and opened up again grey. What is the point in color without the light to see such things?
These eyes are mine but they're not. My hopeless eyes gaze into those who's color still remains, who's light still shines their way through uncertainty's dark atmosphere. I cannot see as they do, though I beg to heavens I can't feel to simply do just that. At least, I used to. After all I am a soul without hope. I will no longer beg because I simply cannot see the reason. The demons might as well have gouged out my eyes. These things in these sockets, they are useless to me now. As useless as me.

[MickeyCheeky]

You write so well, but it's a pain to know where this prose comes from.

You've been through so much... you're a warrior.

[raf_edd]

Very good text bro, just very sorry about the circumstances you had to write that. I relate to you! God bless

[Bill3]

[cryingontheinside]

Sending you love and positive thoughts. I hope things will get better for all of us .