let lonely consume lonely.

in the battle to fulfill the emptiness which haunts the soul, with our old tricks at hand, we may win the fight but loneliness will always win the war. in this ages of guns loaded with false love, the human hands will always be the most tender and deadly weapon. for so easily can they hold a beating heart but also allow it to ever so suddenly slip out of their hands. battles are never won from the trenches, sacrifice is your only saviour.