NeveronyourSide

when the sun had gone down and the sky turned into black, the walking man became a soldier of the daunting night. at that moment, his clearly mind fluttered away and the only thing he could remember was how to paint the dark sky into red. bloody red. he was a fighter, and at night he had no name to call himself, no warm skin to feel himself and no heartbeat to hear - if you would lay your ears at his chest and tried to hear its beating.        (he wasn't a living human body anymore, only a killer machine with the same face as the walking man. and his thoughts were only a black hole - a murder hole.) he

if you -... spontaneous you've forgotten. you brain lost a thought and you didn't even notice

searching for words shivering on your lips (i am so cold) there you are at twelve o'clock staring at 'nothing left' (but that's not true there is left too many broken pieces and the ruïns will be our tomorrow-home)