From the ashes of where I rose, I fall now back to them.
Into the dark barren land which created me.
The gray/black sky, the black sand, and the unrecognizable husks of tortured ghosts deteriorated eons ago...
There is no life here.
this is a place that only I can go, no one else belongs here but me.
On one horizon is a small point of light that grows ever smaller, on the other horizon is an icy hand that is always searching for me.
Its icy grip waiting to close around my chest and envelope me into a cocoon which fills me full of darkness and shuts off all emotion.
I know this place all too well...
This is the land of despair.