There's a flag at half mast in my review mirror
The cold is seeping in from outside
I can hear everything rush by,
But the world is strangely cold.
A tiny feeling of warmth burns
I'm left alone with a song
Reality may be only a dream,
But death is a dream I will chase.
Chapter 28: Interruption
There's a flag at half mast in my review mirror
The cold is seeping in from outside
I can hear everything rush by,
But the world is strangely cold.
A tiny feeling of warmth burns
I'm left alone with a song
Reality may be only a dream,
But death is a dream I will chase.