I'm not blind, I see the dead bodies. I f I turn around, I'll see a dead corpse. Your dead corpse.
I saw your fall, I heard your scream, I smelled your blood, I tasted your tears.
And now, I hear a voice, distant. Screaming with agony over a lost love. My scream.
Your eyes don't see, your lips don't kiss back, Your cheeks don't blush at the sight of your lover. Your hair spreads across your pale face, finally loose of it's bun. Minerva, I'm not blind, I see that you are dead.