As I stare into the darkness of my cold cellar room. Laying in my own self pitty, and mindless wastes. I began to realize what I truly am! A souless body; a walking corpse amungst the living drowned in my own sarrow. No light can escape my dark and fridged cellar room for the only light is the small flicker of life still clawing its way into my body. The only noise is the feint thump of my still fighting heart, and the slowly fading breath of my lungs. For I am nothing more than a still lifeless body with no more will to struggle with life; yet a feint memory clings to my dieng mush of a brain. A memory of a better time. A time of light and life. A time when the sun reached my now blackened and frozen cellar room. perhaps it will return i say as i slowly fade into darkness. Perhaps it will return.