As Erwin's hand sliced through the creature's delicate skin, The small knife caused its insides to spill and within A crimson tide seeped out, staining his once clean hand, His eyes turned red, not with anger, but from a heart that could barely stand.
"I never wanted to die...I didn't deserve to die," he whispered, His voice quivering with immense pain, his heart utterly blistered. The memory of the event that led to his death and brought him to this world flooded his mind, and he was once again overwhelmed and twirled.
"Why?...why?...why?" Erwin's anguished cry echoed in the deserted land, As he continued to mutilate the lifeless creature with his hand. With each passing moment, his heartache grew deeper and his tears fell. A never-ending stream of sorrow, as the blood and the grass melded into a red swell. The skin of the creature slowly peeled off, revealing its innermost secrets. As Erwin's own anguish was laid bare, his emotions were at their highest peaks.
