I am still breathing
I must be alive
Think...
Do I wish to live?
What do I have to live for?
There is she
yes she.
She haunts me even now
in my death/sleep
she haunts me
tantilizes me
back to the cruel world
the world of pain
the world of sorrow
the world of...
love?
There must be something there
to make her wish for my return.
What does she see
that I do not?
Not only in the world
but in my soul?
Does she see something that is hidden
from all, even me?
I thought I knew
who I was
why I do what I do.
She makes me wonder.
Think carefully...
Yes
I shall return.
It will hurt
it will be hard
but I will not leave her
to suffer in that world
that I would escape.
Whatever will come
I hope we will face it
together.
Think...
Breath
Live...