smiling through my teeth again. Tears run down my face I know not from whence they came. I see the dagger buried deep inside my heart, and yet I feel but a hollow touch. I must have died and gone away, just a shell that yet remains, another faded mask, a spectres worn misery. It lingers late the hour of twilight, bringing but a frightful song. Lulling me back to sleep in a life scarcely living.