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I wander in silence

The darkness surrounds all but my torch

As I search for another

My stomach is in horrible pain

If I walk down this last tunnel,

That the smell is coming from:

Will I find another?

Will I find my way out?

I hear screaming... wait, it's crying

And it's female

She's dying, but she'll make me feel alive again

She reminds me of that one from not long ago;

Young. Not badly burned

But she doesn't want to

My mouth is dry, and her flesh is moist

The stone is distracting, with its cold

Just when I feel it coming

She reminds me too much of the other

Perhaps it's her?

My eyes never so open, through the darkest of black I see

That girl from my lair... lies face down in front of me

How did she survive the war?

My vision is now not so clear, and the screaming is confusing me

I look at her, and tell her to stop

But her mouth is already closed

It's a child!

It is male. The girl has bled to death.

The tunnel has a light at its end. I see it. I approach it.

The world is black. The snow is black. I am dying.

Can't move.

I should have killed my son.