My nights are filled with horror, each second I must bear the pain. Friends and family disappear, killed off and slain. I wish to not remember when everything was fine, the past is not forgotten, the agony of thinking what future I have turns my good memories rotten. But I can't forget her forest eyes, or her pink cotton candy hair. The silky voice that soothed the pain and hands that gave good care. I wish I wouldn't remember, when she confessed her love that night, her soft words and spirt gave me one last glance
at the light. あいしてる

-skittlecats