To be born of death, opens a void, wider than circumference of the comforting sun.
Isolated in pain, grief and sorrow, this shell is what I'll forever be.
Older kin whom survive used to make me feel alive, but now I feel dead, as my sky turns to black and red.
This wasteland of despair, that my world has become, is something that I've always known, and will forever be.
I couldn't sever the pain from this nightmarish memory, just couldn't live to remember but alas I can not forget, I will never forget.
This shall haunt us both as a day of 3 deaths, but only 1 was permitted to die.