I wander in silence
The darkness surrounds all but my torch
As I search for another
My stomach is in horrible pain
If I walk down this last tunnel,
That the smell is coming from:
Will I find another?
Will I find my way out?
I hear screaming… wait, it’s crying
And it’s female
She’s dying, but she’ll make me feel alive again
She reminds me of that one from not long ago;
Young. Not badly burned
But she doesn’t want to
My mouth is dry, and her flesh is moist
The stone is distracting, with its cold
Just when I feel it coming
She reminds me too much of the other
Perhaps it’s her?
My eyes never so open, through the darkest of black I see
That girl from my lair… lies face down in front of me
How did she survive the war?
My vision is now not so clear, and the screaming is confusing me
I look at her, and tell her to stop
But her mouth is already closed
It’s a child!
It is male. The girl has bled to death.
The tunnel has a light at its end. I see it. I approach it.
The world is black. The snow is black. I am dying.
Can’t move.
I should have killed my son.