Cold, empty what else is death. no going back, no changing you sins and making things right again. you done your time and now you have to leave this world, the things you knew will never happen again. you lost it all when you left for war without telling a soul. you will never no the pain you gave everyone when they got the death letter saying "you have been shot". you will never see them grieving. you thought you never fitted in and that no one loved you. but if you come back now you will see that they all loved you. cold, empty, no going back. no second chance.
death really has no meaning
