Throw myself into the swarm just to take revenge on the severed survivorsnI close my eyes and hope that somehow it is deadnthe hopeless, the wounded, the survivors take their tollnnrun fast through the wakenremaining glimpses of what could have beennbut I still break when the truth hits the light of daynnthe sirens are screaming for my bloodnnit's all up to younas I walk into the edgenwhy are you sorry for this world?nwhy can't you get it right?nand I know I’m running out of hope...nnwaiting for the red, I strike out at youndon't walk away, don't fade from my life, because I need the embracenwe're still running out of timenif I burnt out my eyes, would I then see regret?nncut down the other side of my apologynthis audience is not how it seemsnno rain falling, the clouds move asidenand I wonder how I have never noticed this light upon my face