Looking up at the stars I can't help but be amazed. It seems like they are endless from where I lay. No matter what happens they remain. Through all the death and destruction their beauty stays endless. I remember when I was a child I use to watch the stars with her. She would wake me up and take me up to the bell tower to gaze at them. Sometimes we would sit there 'til dawn and watch the sun rise.
Thinking back on those times, I find that those were the only times I felt completely and truly sake. I would give anything to have that back again.
However, you can't live in the fairy tale forever. Or at least I couldn't. They were all struck down, and I was spared. My faith shattered in that moment. Whatever dreams or hopes I had died with them. From that day on I became death. More exact is when I fight I am death.
The rest of the time I play a mindless fool, who thinks life is on big joke, but they are the true fools. None of them see behind my mask. If they did, they would know that I feel nothing. Sometimes I cut my wrists, just to see if the pain resonates in my mind. Still it never does. I doubt it ever will. It seems that the more time passes, the dead I really become.
Still every now and then I stair up at the stars and think about all the times I use to have. No one will ever know the pain I feel every day that I wake up alive. O one will know that I beckon death to take me. No one except myself and the stars.