I once read that drowning is one of the worst possible deaths to experience. The feeling of asphyxiation as your lungs shrivel and collapse in on themselves. The fear and desperation that possesses you as you attempt to claw to the surface. The descent into the dark abyss as the cold hell drags you to a shadowy grave.

They all say that love conquers all. I've seen it for myself. And for the longest time, it was my rock; my foundation. Love was the cadence that filled my life with music. But what do you do when love becomes nothing more than empty lies and shadows? What do you do when the things you thought you could trust fade? What do you do when everything falls apart?