A numb Heart, Numbed through the pain, It has endured. And hardened, To not feel emotions, It should not feel. This heart, Has long forgotten, True emotions. True emotions, Are hard to gain, When you have, Lost them for so long. But they can, Be slowly regained, It can be, Such a hard, Journey. But one that, Will be worth it, In the end. Trust is, The one thing, I kept. Trust broken, So many times, Leads to such, A damage...

There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife. The knife had a long black handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately. The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet. The person who’s hand held the knife snuck out the door and into the dark...