Pestilence.

With my own eyes I saw a sight so horrid I wished it to be an agonizing nightmare.

If only there would be such luxuries as to wake in a cold sweat and strive through a sleepless night or ten.

From the very rock.

Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.

Feeding on all.

Were it not for the fact that life is simple, users, usurpers and vultures of all kinds would have nothing with which to act.

Repeating failure.

The colours changed but the world stayed the same.

Greed.

It was by your act which I came to be.

Suspended in an abyss, separate from a world beyond, yet part of it in turn.