Lonely again... Naked chest, long hair waving, wounded hands in the pockets, standing on top of the rock - show the wind how to fly.
Spirits of despair of emptiness nest in the bottom, like predators of rotting flesh. Reckless thoughts fall off the mount, being devoured by those ghosts. Slowly, painfully, agonizing...
The air is frosty. Snow strikes from every directions altogether. It's getting harder and harder to stay here, on the edge. Soon, will be blown off this stage and lost forever. No need to climb back again.
There has been enough of these sceneries. Endless valley landscapes, torturing grey sky. Look up and smile! Somebody might notice you.. before your final fall.
Is it day or night? It has no sense any more. And no difference. Time has disappeared.
Only love and despair left...

@music: Akira Yamaoka [SH2 OST] - Promise
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