I remember the first time it felt this cold.
I remember sobbing, watching careless eyes burn across the way.
I remember the first time it hurt to breathe.
I always loved the longest.
Whatever caused my heart to trust, to hope so deeply, needs to die.
I am the eyeless man with just a head who cried, yes! yes! as he was taken advantage of. Giving away his posessions so willingly, and yet so foolishly.
I am the tree who has succumbed to winter. Precious few leaves still clinging.
Whatever was I thinking?
I am my own perfect enemy. And the war needs to come to an end.