what was i doing

It would not go out till I came in.

We should see which one would win.

If they have seen? Could they keep it in.

We are trying to act as if it is not tiring.

They are Crying and panting.

Prying and staring.

Is it ending?

The battlefield is easing.

But what we brave ones are not seeing

Is the people weeping

While we keep killing.

We are starving.

I am bleeding and understanding that

I am weekanning.

Am I dying?

why is the sea quiting

Is the sea sleeping?

Are the crystals still sparkling?

Is the snail stopping?

Is this cave safe?

Why do i keep asking when they are not listening?

I am weekanning.

They left me and the enemies are pouring in.

These whispering bushes are not helping

They are still staring

And I know what they are thinking.

Even though I am not weeping nor crying.

I know I am dying

I knew it was waiting.

They step on me while observing.

I am too tired so I am not screaming

But the pain is leaving.

I am freezing.

My eyes are not Settling.

I was supposed to win!

I was supposed to bring them in!

They killed him!!

At least I am going to him.

I start crying nothing.

What a shame.

I am not a hero

I was just trying to win

For HIM!!!

IMPOSSIBLE.

It is darkening.

I am fating.

My soul slipping

Then there is nothing.

Am I finally resting.

can someone like me

be allowed such a thing?

Resting? Was there ever such a thing?

Sereusly what was I doing?