Take my hand.
We can walk like we always used to.

Well, before.... the thing happened.
How could we have been so naive?
Didn't you see?
That river was... Different.
It changed me, Zavna.
It hurt me.
Can't I just find you again?
Why can't we just see each other again?
Where did the times go?
Where did the sleepovers go?
The childhood memories?
Where did... we go?
Where did it go wrong?
So many questions for you, but are you even out there?

if i had paws i'd probably obsess over them

"This is where heroes die. You know that, kid? You aren't gonna escape this place."

Can you hear the crimson drops?
They kiss the ground, with gentle plops.

With pools of red, and a grin on my head;
The bodies fall, another is dead...

All the sounds, and the dark red clouds;
"For all that I've done, why aren't you proud?"

With bursts of hate, my face streaked with red;
'I' slash and slash, until they are dead.

It may look bad, What I have done;
For 'I' was the one, who fired the gun.

I assure you, revenge it was not;
For it was the other, who fired the shots.

They did it for fun, with a grin on their face;
And I'm the one, who's called a disgrace...

They can't fight back, the urge to kill another;
To see another body, torn slowly asunder

I feel much regret, for what 'I' have done;
So one last time, I'll fire the gun.