There is a demise, a neverending light at the end of the tunnel, but what I can not tell, is wheather it is Light, Or Darkness, good or evill, wheather im dead, or still wishing for an eternity of Dreams to come,and claim my soul, so that i will no longer have to deal with these happy-go-lucky people who stare at me with no more emotions, then the emotions they have spitting them in the faces, and as i watch, i smile, though i barely do, but still enough to make their souls go blank, and their hearts beat as loud as a siren, so i can hear it stop long enough to trip their blood pressure