Cinders bleed like veins

He took her hand as they walked together. Blinded by all the earth's beauty he turned to her and said, 'How could anything seem so bright, aren't we all already dead?' Passing bodies face down in the river, no one wants to show their face here. And they are all marked with numbers, all but him. There was no sound, only that of their feet across the autumn leaves. It seemed as if they were alone, but you are never alone. Carving notes into his flesh, he said he needed pain in a world so surreal. He became an orphan on that day. I suppose we all did, just some don't remember. They could never remember. Continue walking the dusty streets as he bleeds and wonders why it doesn't hurt so bad. Still hand in hand with his partner, but she never said a single word. She stared into the fog like she was waiting for someone...something...anything. He was never one to ask questions, he wasn't going to start now. The fact that she was there was enough for him to keep moving. Their feet were covered in ash, you'd think it would slow them down. It didn't. The trees were never so green, no one noticed they all had fallen. But isn't that always the case? He looked down only to find she had let go and slipped away. Where could she have gone so soon? Screamed her name as it echoed through the city streets. Still he wasn't alone. With nothing else to do but cry, he made his time worth while. It took him some time to finally open his eyes and see, that there was nothing left.He wiped his tears to find she was standing before him. His arm stopped bleeding now. With a faint whisper she said 'We all miss you.'1