H.O.P.E

The paths of his heart are paved in gold, but whoever walks these streets of eternal darkness dooms themselves to the torture of their loneliness and will forever crave the light of being . For death follows the living, but it leaves the doomed to rot in their shallow graves of depression and self-pity, where even the smallest flicker of hope is too far to reach . As the love dies from the cold dead heart of the one that thought herself beyond the reach of the merciless hands of fate, she will learn that love can conquer all things living, and dead, but love cannot help you get away from yourself, where the most heartless deeds of your soul are laid bare in front of you and your bones slowly chill and harden ... no ... love can save you from everything ... except yourself.