Syrin sat alone in her room, her iPod blasting her favorite band at full volume as she wandered in thought. Though she has such amazing friends, she couldn't help but feel as alone as she did. Deeper and deeper the downward spiral went into an endless abyss, sinking deeper into thoughts that she really should keep out of her head. But she couldn't resist, being a temptress herself, even her own thoughts had been enough to torture and tempt her to her own fate. Her life had been flipped upside down in the past few weeks, hell it even felt longer that to her. She had never felt like a stranger to this undeniably familiar sense of time slowing practically to a halt. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt almost like weeks. Time dragged on endlessly. Feeling alone, after losing her lover to another, the mere thought of it having actually happened had hit her about a thousand times harder than she had ever imagined. She's been trapped in her own nightmare ever since that time. She couldn't deny the fact she missed her. The way her soft lips felt against hers, the feeling of wrapping her arms around her lover's waist. She shook her head to shake the thoughts free from her head. Sighing softly, she returned to the black, duct-taped cover notebook she'd been trying to write in. It became a cluster of diary entries, pages upon pages of doodles and scrapped ideas and some pictures she tried drawing for her. Syrin tried to impress her for months, playing her guitar to serenade her. They both had a great interest in music, although Syrin considered herself a metalhead and her lover more of a soft rocker. She laid back, staring up at the blank white ceiling of her poster-plastered bedroom.

"Writing songs might as well be impossible for me for a while. Hell, even in the first place I can't even get a single line on paper without some feeling to grasp on to." she sighed softly, trying desperately to come up with a new song for her own satisfaction. The past three days, the only band her iPod had been set to had been Coheed and Cambria. Just something about them just seemed to make her feel better, but at the same time only worsening her mental state. Suddenly, "The Crowing" started playing and she nearly started crying. It had been a long time since she last cried, despite having come close several times, she never shed a single tear. Or at least not when anyone around to see. Something about their music just made her want to cry harder than ever before. But due to her foolish pride, she never let anyone see a single tear fall from her facade, mastered from years of practice. Never looking at rest or at peace with herself She had begun nodding off towards the end of "The Crowing" when she had been jolted awake by the next song on the randomized playlist, "Gravemakers & Gunslingers."

"Now this song...I cannot even begin to describe this song..." she started mumbling to herself. Sighing softly, she tried a different song, settling on "Far" as she silently cried herself to sleep.