The last thing he saw was his blood-stained hands. Red, lucious, thick liquid flowing between his fingers. His eyes full of tears, blurring his vision of the man near his feet. The corpse laid still, the body's heart peeked out slighlty from the chest.

He did it.

He killed a man.

And at that moment, he knew he couldn't escape. He couldn't resist nor fight back. Despite his efforts to deny his father, his birth, his kind, himself, the son...

As I look upon my reflection, memories flash
I remember sad thoughts - my wrongs, some arguments, moments when I was to be bashed
I wanted to destroy the person in front of me
For every time I look at her, all I can say is what a mistake is she
 
Crying, mourning, weeping
All I do as I gaze upon the mirror I'm looking
Yet I still forget that the object only shows one side of the coin ...

"I give up, yet I still want to strive!"

I am a fox, and nothing more
A fox everyone thinks I am
Sneaky, cunning, untrustworthy
And that is who I was
I humbly abode in my home
Wishing for acquaintance
A friend, perhaps?
So I showed myself
To the land of outdoors
And never did I know
How others thought of me
And how much I had
To know of myself
I was, indeed
Nothing more than a fox
Until an unexpected event
And an unexpected creature
Showed...