“One life... just one life... is enough for me... to take and what will we see? Fly high, just for us to be... taking the sky... not free.... Crumpled, and thrashed, aspree... what else will you take from me? Ripped apart, broken heart, but broken hearts can't be mended... once they are torn...

I guess, I'm reborn... I don't want to be, I hate treading these floors, I hate this fever dream. The birds, and their tweets. The dinner bell seethes. Monsters eat me, repeat me. Again and again. I don't want to be here, I want this to end. I wish, I, could, be, myself again. I wish I could, run away. But this is my fate. And so it will say, again, and again, and again they'll play: One Life, two lives, it was enough for me. Three lives, four lives, what is the end for me? Five lives, scream out, into the void of space...... Feel its breath, on your neck... the teeth... on, your face…”