What is there?

a heart-piercing feeling that stings at times. all that is left... illusions.. praying hard for a wish that shall not come. the familiar look that fades into blurness as time passes, but it never disappears.*shiver* a cold feeling settles.. the candlelight is so dim, but has yet go off. a little, a little... listen to the gentle heart beats in the silence. what is anticipated in the path ahead? looks like an endless road to me... am I supposed to stay in this cold, unfeeling place? or should I walk on alone? to find what seems aimless up above...