Vanishing Red Flames

In a long long time ago, in a loveless age, there was a man who has lived his life in sorrow and pain. A tearful faith that has embraced him through all years beetween his first kiss and his last one.

"So many ways to drown a man, so many ways to drag him down, some are fast and some take years and years..."

He was listening to this song when he understood how he would dia. Strangely, he has got happy with this. His life wouldn't be useless, that won't be in vain.

Once again he has felt the blood in his veigns and felt it rushing by a nail cut in his neck, goin out through his body, messing all his outfit.

He deceived all day.

"The pain inside... Coming out side..."

And then he has heard someone yelling for him. But when he looked back, hasn't found a thing. Happened twice. The wind was calling him out. Once again he remembers that face, that kiss, that taste... all his love. And died in a hidden smile... His blood was the dye to his clothes. Death... painful life, sorrowless death. And the last flame has vanished from the candle.