you've gone around this loop enough times to know that you've seen this all before, the ****** war.

and with eyes painted every shade of red there is no water left to clean your flesh, there's nothingness.

so it will dry upon your bones, dismantle joints until your limbs can move no more, they're too sore.

then you will try to look inside with all the strength you've somehow kept, because you wept.

you see, these tears have been collecting through the years not one forgotten, they're stored within.

just take a drink to quench your thirst and you will know what pain can do, it pulls you through.

for there is life found inside your strife that manifests when you are dead, you'll wake again.