Emotions lost to the whirl...and alone while not alone...nothing can save us, nothing nothing...insanity nibbles at what barriers we have left. Soon insane, problems become more real. Never love to be found...losing self, all hope for better times does not exist. lost lost lost...in the mind forever...ever ever ever...and ever...lost in the labryinth of thought...nothing can save us now...friends that we have, none others can can...laughter to the spritis, who can die...jealosy rages...forever, and now nothing more exists...nothing...except insanity...nothing left of the former person...so so sad...but no one really cares...time almost spent, sadly enough...to those who do not know what the edge feels like, what anything feels like, except happiness...laughter insane now...the inseen friends seem physical...death awaits...

So now we ride, with no hope left, and narry a thought to our safety. For we court death, and death has no mercy, so prepare to die. But all hope has not yet left, for some of those we left behind still hope, and there may yet be a shard of hope left in our souls, for none have no hope what-so-ever. So ride we will, will the shard of hope that we may yet delay our opponents, and let not reach our homes and people. Battle rages forth, and many of our number are lost, but we keep fighting, for in the end, one at least will survive, to see the destruction around us...So now those left must burry the dead, and move on...Forever move on, patroling the grounds, killing, losing, dieing...