You sit and you see all the pain that you caused all the fucked up shit has come back. She left you and you turned to another and they replied with love. But he, yes he, who sat on the edge has watched it all and now he begins to stray. When she denied him the right to bear arms against her defenses and he falls to the ground in defeat. You kneel to help him and he lies there not willing to go on. As the arrows fly by and the blades clash on around you, the battle gets deeper and the plot thickens. The man dies away and the noises cease. You're left alone to ponder. The bright rays of the sun pass through the light blue sky, only fading behind the few puffy white clouds. And as you decide upon your own revelation one sigle, solitary bowstring sing, letting it's arrow fly. It whizzess toward you , you figure this only momments before it notches itself in your back, and as you fall you look to the heavens and say goodbye to all those you loved. A man kneels and says, "Quickly sir may I help you? You've been wounded." With your last breath you look up and him and say...