The blanket of darkness has engulfed the night sky. It is void of the twinkles of the heavens far above thy eye. The road ahead is quiet and alone; it has been for quite some time with no response to the moan. Silence has filled the car’s cabin. The vessel continues forward, though no driver is at the wheel; he has been lost to vile tabun. The tires spin on and on and the engine idles along; both unaware of any destination to continue on. The hand trembles as it is unable to remain still. There is no sense of control, no sense of direction as there is no longer a hope of being healed. Tears stream with each passing night with no resolution before thy sight. Stronger men would be drawn to action, but I am scared of the selfish reaction. Hold, hold, hold the steering wheel; should have grasp at the last essence of the soul as it was peeled. There is nothing left, nothing to do, but wither away in the murky dew.