I'm dead. Yet I live a life, not much of one, but I still walk amongst the living. I don't sleep but I drift off at times, floating through an imaginary darkness. I see him in my sleep, the man that ended it all, the one who stole my breath. He's still walking, breathing, being heard, and now my life consists of following the man that killed me. And he murdered me, so why can't I sever this bond that holds me to him? Will contain swearing and violent situations. Beautiful cover made by watermills.