H̜̳̳̟̙̲̊ͫ͂̓ͪͭ̾͋ͫ̑ͥ̍́͑̒̎̓̚ ̫̮̟̮̯̣̤͙̱̦͈̜̠̖̜͕͙̭ͥ͂̄̈́͗̆̉̈̄͊̈́ͦ̊̋̅̂ͣI͉͖̺̹̘̠̤̣̜̞̞͎͍̰̖͗ͤͫ̓ͮ͊ͣ̓ͬ̋ͥ͊ͪͫ̽ͮ̓ ̪̞̠͚̤̞̺̱͔̣̲̫̲ͬ̔ͭͣͥͪ̈T̜̫̫̗̳̪͙͕̫̮͎̹̝͗ͮͨ͑̍̇̓ͯ̏͋̈͂ͭ ̯̱̼̲̫̗͔̘̻̮̖͎͙̇̉ͫ̅͐̉̋̃ͧͧ͊̀̈́̅̄̇̌͂ͅS͕̙̰̝͇̺͉̰̯͓̞̭̥̏͋̋̀͑̎̌̉̄ͭͫ ͇̭̘̖̲̫̻̯̟̹̦̖͓͕̟̗̓̎̋̂̈́ͨ͊ͮ͑̾̑͒ͪͮͭͮU̻̞̘̣̠̜͍̣̩̳͇̮͖̦͕͈͗ͮ͐ͦͤͬ̋̃ͬ͌͆̅͐̆͐ͧ ̲̭͉̭͈̮̈̉̑ͦͬͫ̊̚Z͈̮͍̘͙̤̻̫͍̜̳͗ͭ̉̒̈́ͮ͋̂͐͗͋ͦ͐̌ͩͦ ̬̗̘̲̣̖͔̣͇̟̼̱̜̃̈ͬ̾ͨͯ̆͌ͨ̈́͆̐̏́̈́̓̚Ê̗̝̼̹̱̻̻̿͐ͥͤ̎̏͋̎ͣ͌̀̌́̽ ̦̯̫͓̮͙͎͉͈̠͙̼̝̪̭̺̘̍̅ͧ̑̾N̰̗͖̙̭ͣ̒̇͛̊ͧ̾͆ͧ I can't move, breathe, speak or hear
        and it's so dark all the time.
        If I knew it would be this lonely,
       I would have been cremated instead...