High up again. On that tall building,watching the world from above,
searching for someone that needs or wants to be saved.
One more empty night, full with rescues of strangers.
But who will save him?
There ,alone on the tarrace fighting his loneliness with some action,
trying to fill his head with other emotions than the one killing him.
He was there for them. Every time they needed him,
but no one was ever there for him.
He just had to survive.
On his own,without a friendly hand to hold his, when he was afraid.
Cause he was really afraid, day by day the cold black shadows of loneliness, were heavier on his soulder.
He was just waiting for the night to come ,to hold him tight, to cover his inner bleeding, to give him some action,
so that his pain will go away.
But the pain always comes back ,stronger ready to tear him to pieces.
All he wanted was to have a soulmate. Someone to share his gift ,and take away his pain.
Someone to kill his shadows.
But tonight ,same as all the other nights before this one, he stands up there, alone...
waiting for someone to call for help... waiting for some action...
knowing that there is nothing else to do,
there is nothing that will make things better,
cause heroes...always end up alone.
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