You long for the warmth of others, to burn the village alongside your company. Together, fueling the burning fires that singe yet please your aching soul.

Oh, how lonely you feel. Yet you push away anyone who comes close.

To crave for a significant other that understand who you are - but only when you need them most. After all, you were merely bored, no? Love was never real for you. You never really understood what love was. You only wanted an escape, an escape from yourself.

You knew that you never felt a deep, sensual, personal attraction. It always ended in a form of running away from what you cannot face.

In your selfish wake you left behind the shell of a man, you left him drifting in sea, you knew he cannot swim, you knew.

You attach yourself to others who are as lost as you, and expect to be found. The forest is endless for a blind man, a blizzard hides the gravel path.

No matter where you go, even the fiery pits of hell, you will always be shivering. Because all you see in your reflection is the empty void that is yourself, where is your path now? Where is he? Where is your path that you desperately cling to, like a lost sheep, where is he now? Tell me again. Where is your Shepard?