The Overture of Tragedy

Don't mistake the silence for peace. It's the overture to our tragedy. This isn't the

start of something new. It's the moment everything fell apart. This ending

isn't some beginning. This is where our tragedy begins. This is where the

blade becomes rejoined. How do I begin again? How do I begin again?

How do I begin again? How do I begin again? How do I

begin again? How do I begin again? This ending isn't some

beginning. This is where our tragedy begins. Dreams are silently

hollow. Pictures don't look the same. Nights are colder than