I'm just a body Who doesn't speak for itself. I'm just a body Who doesn't see the world as it is. I'm just a body Who doesn't know how much feelings is too much Until it feels empty. I'm just a body Whose touch destroys what it touches. I'm just a body Who wanders the dark alleys Whose soul left a long time ago.
these silhouettes strolled across, through the creaking bridge, walked on it as if they didn't notice the noise, stepped on it like they knew which path to take next, but one thing they knew was that they had to cross over without knowing it would break and took them down and fed them to the raging waves below.