Falling, it was all the same. The nightmare never ends. It was the same thing. A repetition of everything. The heart getting ready to fail any minute now. My heart beats. Echoes in the cold streets. Where nightmares and darkness begin to meet. Shake me from my sleep, whisper in my ear, tell me it was all a dream, and you're here to make the nightmare go away. Although, the only thing that will stop it is a spark. A spark in the heart. A spark to make it a flaming heart.