All of a sudden you realize that you don't know, and the reasons all seem silly now. Hiding? What is that? How can you hide from what's always been by your side? And are you supposed to hide from anything? Was it all a lie? She shed on it a blood stained light, wanting only for us us to feel the same. Alone is scary, yes my friend, and her claws dug up from tainted ground. We wanted nothing more than to sink within her, is that so wrong? Is the thread really unraveling as quickly as she hums? In the dark of my mind, I swear it's true. But how do you deny what the mirror tells you?