Rows of thousands buried underneath me.
I can feel them,
their hands reaching out to me.
their bodies beaten with cracked skulls
damaged to no end,
all these things,
..lacking of communication..
all these things in this world.
shows their fight for life.
If I could feel death,
it would be faded.
Now I'm starting to see their position.
Because I've learned how to disappear completely.
This is where I end and you begin,
To fade out, again.