The stingy smell of milk filled the bedroom's air.  
T-shirts, ***** clothes flooded the floor.
The bed was messy, the books scattered all around the bed,
the emotions drained out in every inch of the room.
There was something familiar,
something hadn't changed for years. It was the girl's swollen eyes.
Bleary eyed,
shivers run down the spine,
scatterbrained,
isolated in the corner of the room,
the constant silence shattered the noisy sound came from the nearest fireworks,
the last letter wrote, sealed with a final kiss and the world now has come to an end.

Bloods colored the land below the wind.
The rainfalls are the tears from the loved ones left behind.
The wind blows, the grass bends to respect the heroes.
The dead are never the dead to us until we have forgotten them.
God blesses the heroes and may you rest in peace.