March of the Emotion

Floating through walls, falling down the abyss. Which way is eternity? Is there anything next? Blood seeps through the cracks, red like velvet, orange like the setting sun. Where is this leading? How much will we give up? Let us remember the heroes, everyone can slay a dragon. Next time the shots will be fired, we will find the truth. Forever will come and go but we will still be here. The eternal standoff, never ending. In those days the moon will have no color, but the sky red blood will speak for itself. Please listen to your fate, avoiding it will leave you crying tears of crimson. In the end the bullet hole will speak for itself, you just have to listen. We don't want you here.