I am alone.
Or, am I really?
What hides in the shadows?
Is my fear truly gone?
I have flown through many ways,
Speeding the only test I know.
I move wrong, but I can't back-track,
Was it wrong all along to go?
I'm on the ground, like a fallen leaf,
How many pages of this story can go?
I struggle, but I can't get up,
Can I fight this war on my own?
When I left, I was off for excitement.
A new life from my own.
How many days of mistake have I made?
How many more can be born?
Each day feels like a hundred,
Each minute ticks by like a year
Or is the clock just stopped?
Is it my beating heart I hear?
It must be the clock going on.
Does my heart even beat?
Is there anything left in my body,
Except for mistake and defeat?
The war is over, isn't it?
Was I even a good warrior?
I didn't even fight in it.
My loneliness hurts more and more.
I walk the empty battlefield.
The dying and deceased are left.
I don't see my own body,
Is it even in death's nest?
No, I'm back, I'm pure again,
My fear has returned once more.
It's better than anything I had seen.
All the death never was,