Death.
Many times I experienced her bitter taste. Mother. After her death and desperate attempts to resurect her, I finally understood: you can't bring deceased people back to life. But I pulled myself together and I became a State Alchemic. I lived further.
Death.
I've seen her gloomy harvest dozens of times. It was painful every time. Nina, Hughes...Friends were always important to me. The loss of close friends always hurts the same - at least it was how I thought, back then. Now I know how wrong I was.
Death.
Still death and death. A cruel world gives birth to cruel people, who have only one aspiration: killing. You weren't so. Not for me.
Death.
That word was foreign to you, you didn't worry about it, you were immortal...so why aren't you here with me? I saw your battle with Roy, my brother didn't allow me to help you. I regained the ability to move when you were dying. You only managed to whisper a quiet "I love you", and steal a last kiss from me. A kiss which was broken by the death.
Death.
Your hair was spilled in soft grass, it looked like an aureole, but your eyes did no longer express anything. Only bottomless emptiness. In that moment my life came to an end. Now it's just a hollow existence, a vegetation, a poor living...
Death Envy, the most dangerous, cruel and sadistic of all homunculi, is dead. There aren't your purple eyes anymore, there were expressing such a variety of emotions..from cruel, sadistic thoughts through happiness and love to lustful glances, which were reserved only for me..
Death.
Instead of a welcome kiss, silence greet me. All-embracing silence, depressing silence, disheartening silence...
Death It's night, I'm lying on our bed weeping in your favourite golf. You were wearing it, when you first kissed me, with its sleeve you wiped my tears away... I remember the sweet taste of your lips, your body's heat, the characteristic way you were adjusting your hair. Every detail. Every sleepless night.
Death.
Tired of weeping, I fall asleep on your golf, wet with tears, reminiscing your burning touch on my body.
Death.
I don't want to hear that word again.
Many times I experienced her bitter taste. Mother. After her death and desperate attempts to resurect her, I finally understood: you can't bring deceased people back to life. But I pulled myself together and I became a State Alchemic. I lived further.
Death.
I've seen her gloomy harvest dozens of times. It was painful every time. Nina, Hughes...Friends were always important to me. The loss of close friends always hurts the same - at least it was how I thought, back then. Now I know how wrong I was.
Death.
Still death and death. A cruel world gives birth to cruel people, who have only one aspiration: killing. You weren't so. Not for me.
Death.
That word was foreign to you, you didn't worry about it, you were immortal...so why aren't you here with me? I saw your battle with Roy, my brother didn't allow me to help you. I regained the ability to move when you were dying. You only managed to whisper a quiet "I love you", and steal a last kiss from me. A kiss which was broken by the death.
Death.
Your hair was spilled in soft grass, it looked like an aureole, but your eyes did no longer express anything. Only bottomless emptiness. In that moment my life came to an end. Now it's just a hollow existence, a vegetation, a poor living...
Death Envy, the most dangerous, cruel and sadistic of all homunculi, is dead. There aren't your purple eyes anymore, there were expressing such a variety of emotions..from cruel, sadistic thoughts through happiness and love to lustful glances, which were reserved only for me..
Death.
Instead of a welcome kiss, silence greet me. All-embracing silence, depressing silence, disheartening silence...
Death It's night, I'm lying on our bed weeping in your favourite golf. You were wearing it, when you first kissed me, with its sleeve you wiped my tears away... I remember the sweet taste of your lips, your body's heat, the characteristic way you were adjusting your hair. Every detail. Every sleepless night.
Death.
Tired of weeping, I fall asleep on your golf, wet with tears, reminiscing your burning touch on my body.
Death.
I don't want to hear that word again.