I hide away from you like a shadow that thrives on its own. I watched you spiraled into a void with no return — Still, I beg time to free me from this misery. Who are you, I wonder — What has become of you? Your eyes no longer glisten with the dreams you once held. Now every glance I steal is a reminder of the person I once knew. You are an abyss, echoing the memories of my soul. This you have become. This, I must be.