Last Wounds created by shikumadu

Alone waiting in the bitter dark room, lay a man who is broken and fulls of scars. All his life he has walked. Through perals, pain, coleness, bitterness, darkness, all alone. As he site ther waiting, ... he writes. Hoping that one day someone or something may find it. The tale of a man who walks with wouds and no reminisence. These are his last wounds.