He does not know. He keeps looking at the big black hole
He is afraid to sleep. To lose someone new.
He doesn’t care now. He just wants it to be through.
He can’t remember what was dream or real.
He keeps seeing one thing. Never leaving… kill.
His friends are gone. Most of them dead.
Like his feelings, it’s stuffed in his head.
He hears voices understanding the words they say
His life is a shattered dream for what it once stood
Its all eaten away and his cruelest dream is his food.
Part VI of the War Saga