A life time of trying to shake that imagry from the web. But it makes it sparkle, it's pretty, isn't it? I've made a career of that.
Of the tears, of cold, of this MOTHER FUCKING VISION!!! Why does it still affect me so much? It's been so long, and it's just gotten worse.
I could look at it like a movie reel before, but now it's flashing in my face. It's due to Kira. He's melted me so much, and everything is so much more painful. Why do I even care?...
Why does that matter so much. Not that it necessarily matters, it's more of a quiet lament. I can hear her whispering, I can hear the funeral bells calling. I still am mourning, I am still wearing black because of the loss. Roses do nothing but rot on the grave.
Kami-sama, why does it still shatter my memory? Will the cries ever become footfalls in the dark?