Fear, sorrow, emptiness. The heart that is not whole. A shadow of looming death, and a rain that will never stop. The love that was never returned, and the sadness that swallows everything. A sky that is blackened by clouds, and an earth that is frozen still by winter. The child whose cries go unanswered, and the mother who will not see her child mature. The man that lays on his death bed with a life half lived, and the son that now knows his fait will be no different. The ghost that can never rest, and a past stained with blood. A war with no end or meaning. A faith that goes unrewarded, and unnoticed. The life not worth living, and to heavy with sin to be saved. The church bells that will never toll. The fog that hides the Truth, and the blind man who will never see it. In this, our world of the macabre.