A room, up winding stairs, a broken door
A bloody floor, ruffled sheets...

What is the point in being filled with useless...
When it is never returned...

'i was once the perfect warrior,
Cold and ruthless...

Sick ?
i am not ill...

First there is intention,
Then elation...

I felt a tinge of melancholy,
As a face not familiar to me...

I'm sorry,
For what I can't describe...

Do you know what ruins lay hidden ?
A childhood kingdom of old...

My princess,
I cannot save the walls of your kingdom which...

Can I not be cleansed in mother's tears ?
Disgusting...

It feels so - - to realize,
Everything was wrong all along...

Alone.
Apart from yourself...