I pushed my mind to the point of breaking in order to feel again, the ability of which I though had been lost forever. I danced with a demon on a moonless night the name of which I had almost forgot, partaking of the flames until I could see and hear no more, my belly exploded into pieces from the gapping abyss. When I could finally sense again I found myself once more kneeling and praying to the porcelain gods to redeem me from these flames. Had my heart not have shattered I would not have known that a shattered heart was worth dying for.