Recovered.

I wrote this awhile ago. You may have seen it before. I realize it kind of contradicts the previous post, but it's not meant to be perfectly realistic.

When there's nothing left but emptiness, when the coldest of dreams is the only comfort in a distant, bleak landscape of grey...when the stars are hidden, and the ocean is quiet and still, and silence replaces the screams of old friends and old enemies...when eyes are full of hidden shadows and words are whispered underneath the faroff sound of explosions, and hope is gone from the hearts of everyone -- still alive, though not living.