I can see you are giving up.

We were defeated in the end.

The time of twilight is often regarded as the hour of the defeated. People with their sunken shoulders come out usually only during this time. We know that there is something or someone which caused this. This poem describes how betrayal led to the downfall of this man who’s narrating the poem.

Sometimes you can’t help but cry.

My patience is wearing thin.

This is just a prologue of my feelings.

Fate drew us together.

You finally gave up.

I will save everybody who deserves it…but am I the one who will destroy what I just saved..?

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