Sirens in the distance, coming for me now. The end is near; the end is here. I fear the things I know the most, love the most, hold the least. Miles and miles away and I can feel the distance, I can hear the wind and water and moonlight in between. This lonely misery, small enough for one. Walls closing in now, pushing, fighting, killing. Breathing. What I miss, what I cherished, what I've lost. My lips are dry, my hands are weak, my voice trembles and I've fallen. He stares, he whispers, he knows. Hand at my heart, slipping now, there is no end. Tears and loves and hatreds and why, just why did it have to leave.