• Watch the twisted and loathed, dancing like zombies to a beat unknown. All burning with the heated glow of the brightly lit lights. These masked creatures are the nightmares that stalk us, while we chase the dreams that we think we know. They crave our souls, they need our hearts and they look at us with those tantalizing eyes and say that they love us. Lust is what they speak of, they know nothing of love. We hear their screeching voices say forever. We know they mean never. We are readingbetweenthelines. We are ignoring the gray. We are bleeding in black and white. Black and white, colors that are as cold as the night. The gray shows no warmth, just the mere injustice of the world. The black and white, tainted by blood. The real world, tainted by us.