These battles, more hard than any soul.
These cries, full of pain.
This life, on road all alone.
Time has passed by, and the past was happy.
The present... to the future... not even hope.
So much warnings, so many signs.
Sometimes being alone is good.
Sometimes talking relieves.
Sometimes a fight can make you stronger.
Not anymore. Not even a little.
*Slash* a body falls.
*Woosh* a soul vanishes.
*...* a soundless voice dies.
so... only silence.