Muero 
gray stones is all I see, damp walls of my room, my soul, imprison me in solitude.
Blood drains from the roof and the plague is coming to me to be. Why did I leave my sword? Why I forgot about the battles holding legendary in ancient times? Why did I come to this world and this time as empty as reality itself? Why love an illusion?
And this is eternal torment, because I failed out of my mind thinking loudly reciting the love he still professed. But does anyone besides me can hear it? Is there someone, perhaps a sparrow or a crow that serves as a messenger and drive my prayer to the ears of my beloved? Only
ghosts with me, fear, envy, jealousy. And I can not do anything against my own impulses. Mistakes made after me and there is no way in which to remedy them. I transformed my time, went through the portal to this reality, I went from a past time until now to pursue a love that may never be for me, later I realize my luck, my stupidity, because now I can not return.
My rusty sword is useless in this place, the hurtful words and looks passing hit hard. My blood seeps through the cracks in the walls, transforming what once was my soul and leave that place like an empty room, with me sitting, half-naked and with the veins of my body popping, which is spilling blood for my interior decorating to silence the pain that calls my death. And slowly I die, I die for ever.
