• Why do I feel so empty, so cold inside. My blood comes to a stop as my heart grows still. I greve for what I once had. What could have been. What I have now found I thought could keep me happy, but only makes it hurt more. There too much the same but nothing alike. What went wrong, I like them both but in the end it is ether one or none. How can I keep then both happy when loving one hurts the other. I want to let the love run out of me like the crimson waterfall running from my vains. But in the end I know that both will be hurt. I cannot live as two, and have two. I can only be one and have one. Do I end it know. Do I do one last wrong, a wrong that will meen that I could do no more to hurt the ones I care about the most. I know what I want, but what I want the most cannot be had. So what must it be, the wonderful flow of a crimson lake or to remain in forever agony.