Kill the pain with pain. She is not with you. She is a dream. A far away scent. A remnant in the dreamworld you used to dream of.

He paws at the pain to see if she killed it through repeition.

He hangs himself.

He is uncertain.

The trigger sticks.

Talk to the servants.

They know where he keeps the money.

Greed..

Talk to me God.

I need to learn a new trick. I need to turn the lights off before I leave. Clean up before they come. Clean up before they're done.

I wish I could turn back time and stab you where you stabbed me.

She was a lovely girl who turned my dreams into nightmares and my waking hours to sorrow, but--still--I miss her.

Dreams worlds end.

Sadly.

Faulkner declined to believe in the fall of man. I decline to believe in man. Man is a beast. Primitive despite its intelligence.

When man destroys itself--only the remnants of its brilliance will remain. The remnants will remain only to deteriorate and then there will be nothing--not even a mark.