What is left for me? Other than ashes and rubble.
Everywhere. Everything. Every shadow... a hint of fear in it.
A hint of death.
A place left soulless, yet I reside here.
They've left, all of them have.
Why leave me? I'm numb. Incomplete.
Battered and broken. My soul shadow. My happiness.
The happy tear of my eye, my acquaintance of every living second.
Every breathe. Gone. A day left for goodbyes.
What face do I have to show?
What promises is this breaking?How many? Weak and puffy, I cried in that dark alley.
Never resting the question, why me?
Why this place? And most bleak, why him?
I needed him, He was my air.My support. My living miracle.
Yet, he's gone, I'm here again.
A thousand miles away from him,
With no clue, not an idea..
And not a pleasant memory.
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