With closed eyes, he walks ahead
Not caring about the goings of the world
Dragging his feet, its hard he says
Living this life, of greyscale
His back is hunched, soldiers drooping
With exasperated breath he mutters
Is this life worth living?
Cause all I see are dead branches barely existing
Dark clouds cover the skies
Slow rain drops fall pitter patter
He slips away, in gutter he lies
Giving up getting up, with his life
Drenched in waste, he gets up, somehow
Step by step, he starts walking again
Not that he want’s to, but with a wrinkled brow
He looks back to his scared vow
Back in his days, he made a pact
To live even if there is no life,
Doesn’t matter if his lips are chapped
Or even if he cannot adapt
But now he looks back in regret
Shouldn’t have made that pact
Or so he says
Wishing to not exist another day
-Kuroka
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