do you see me on your screen? tell me, tell me, do you see? all the things ive made to be? just like home, it is to me. ive been so alone all these years, it could bring someone to tears, but i say, do have no fear, for of course the end is near. slowly approaching each day, each day i start to decay, and it starts over again, and the fun, it never ends. but im praying for the day, that i am taking away, back to where i once had stayed, back in home, to where the land decays,