We think,
that we are nothing.
We shoot ourselves down,
bullet by bullet.
Not leaving a spot unscarred.
We're finished.
That is what is believed.
It's over and
the pain...
is gone.
But wait, until you
unearth the truth.
You look down,
at the dripping faces
and see the lives that you
have paved the path for.
You wish that,
you could reach down
And touch their hearts.
But they are too far,
and you are too late.
