Last night I dreamt of you. It was something in between a dream and a nightmare. Love ran away on a misty autumn morning. Hope fell asleep under the winter's first snow.

Hearts break, then are mended so they can break again. Lives end and begin anew. Minds get lost in a paranoid haze. Where does this path lead, and will we ever know what we're living for?

One death just leads to another. Or so they say.