Carved in blood,
I felt each letter,
Carved in hopes,
I drank it all,
Carved in dreams,
I felt the future's brightness,
Carved in desire,
Consumed all that was given.
Now i'm cold, hiding in twilight,
To mourn whom i've waited for.
Strenght and senses are dull.
Nostalgia is a quiet companion, but...
Even lost... some things are carved,
hidden between boredom and normality...
Marked for centuries in hearts,
because it's the only thing we should,
Hope for,
Live for,
Die for.
