I might as well be dead
All feelings dropped to the floor
Her screams have grown faint to my ears
I'm barely hearing
I can't feel anything around my body
But I can make out the blood on the ground

So many things have gone wrong
I can't be this useless, could I?

There are the beasts behind the piles of bones
And the blood on their claws
I can't see their faces but the shaggy wet fur isn't hard to sight
I remember my sword behind my back
And silently, slowly I place my fingers around the blade
Tonight won't be the last

I scan the mass of lifeless ruined bodies
And desperately try to reach some closure
The rasping of my breath, feeling my graded throat
Besides the cotton, my head is filled with smoky images
I can feel my bones begin to shudder, making the blood in my veins shake

I find the image of her smile in my mind
And try to find my way out