the days have turned to nights

i see who cast it right before my eyes...

 what motivates a man to confront the challenges that most of us would run from? condemning him to solitude, exposing him to defeat and death?...the answer.... is love. A force so powerful that all reason becomes blind to it. Blind to all things... even the truth. Loss of love can make a man desperate... desperate enough to do anything to bury the truth, to hide from its pain.

 Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... And my arm... even my fingers... The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past!

 personas sin alma, huecos, sombras de las secuelas de la vida donde tan solo quedan los restos putrefactos de lo que un dia fueron seres humanos... todo continua pudriendose y aun no hay nadie que queme esta cruel pintura llamada mundo?