Effects of Death
Optimism is an illusion,
Created by me.
I have to force the eagerness,
Or else I'll sound as hollow,
As I feel.
Fooling Lee is like,
Assassinating the president.
Impossible.
Few and far in-between.
Yet I continue to try,
To portray to them,
That there deaths have,
Hardly any effect,
Over my actions,
My reason.
But in reality,
Katjaa and Duck,
When they left,
It felt like,
I had taken fifty bullets,
To the back.
It's pure torture.
Living every day.
Coping with the fact that,
I lost them both,
On the same day.
No plan half made up,
Can soothe my pain.
No signs from God,
No answered prayers,
Could mend this,
Gaping hole,
I feel everywhere.
So I was glad to see the chance,
To save another life.
I jumped at it,
I chased it with full speed.
Even if I did leave Lee,
I died valiantly.
I protected Christa,
Like I wanted to do them.
I can't wait to meet them,
On the other side.
I'm sorry Lee, good luck,
And try not to die.
Save Clementine,
For the both of us,
So at least I know,
I didn't totally mess up.
-Soul Spirit-