And would you heal me, oh dearly departed one?

Who am I and who is she...so mixed, so intertwined and yet so clearly defined. And who indeed is death's friend and who walks with death as his foe, talking, debating and discussing against one another in the wastelands of my mind.

And who are you....are there more and will they come to join my chaotic throng of madness until I am drawn thin and ready for death and his final words?

And yet...in all this horrible weaving and flowing of strange words, dark words....

I still hear your laughter

I hear you giggling as if everything is full of glee.