We're running out of hope, you and I. But still. It's possible to see why it might all be for the best. Keeping a distance so we'll never come to hate each other. The walls are crumbling in. The room is cold. The wolves of doubt roam free- I sleep at night.

We're running out of time. It's true. Sometimes I struggle even to recall your face. I trace your shadow's outline with my fingers, and feel the darkness settling in my heart. You're not the one to blame. I'm not complaining. Stories built in the future fall apart.

The string between us, heavy like a magnet. Opposite poles not destined to come close. Oblivion paints a mask on every corner. The ghosts of empty memories grow strong. Promise to dream of me, and I'll protect you from all the terrors hiding deep in me.