The cold was on my hands before the end. A grey morning, with clouds and no sunray. People gathered like a swarm of rats And I... just watched. They gave me new clothes. I thought: "Heh, why new clothes?" My hands were bloodied and yet clean I guess I should have expected this. The rats squeak and scream at the glasses Waiting cheese to fall, to pounce it. Please, stop. A tale's end can't just be another day. And while you scream and yell, The rats who feast will squeak. Forever and ever... Who knows if it was right? His eyes were closed. No emotion, just freezed in time. My hands were in my pockets, I... I just felt the cold. I took from people more than once I cannot give it back, wish I had more time. I just wonder briefly... is it sunrise? Have I ever done something right? And maybe that is all there is... Just wondering, before silence falls. Please, stop. A tale's end can't just be another day. And the rats who cheered and wept, they'll never agree on what was on display. Forever and ever... Who cares if it was right? And then he flew toward the sky Toward something I'll also one day see. I wanted to say: "wait, is this the only way?" But it just was too late. The light is strange from here. I wonder if I was right. I wonder if they were. But either way, I fly! I fly.
