We are ashes of ourselves, fire won't burn us anymore the wind our eternal friend will take us anywhere this road leads. Is that our home?Is that our fate? ''feel the scum,that is your grave you can't recognize it anymore... it is no longer there. Hate ourselves for who we are love ourselves for what we are not here we are to the end of this road but we're still looking back. ''Ignore the past or let it live within you, get rid of it or drown into.'' Stand up.We are soldiers of our own bleeding and carrying the fight we don't care what death saved for us cause there is where life begins.