He is the only one left.

The only one left of my kind.

No more Time Lords.

There all gone.

Only our four hearts to carry on.

No one else can understand

the great emptiness I feel.

Even he can not empathize-

having been gone when our race died-

when it was I who killed

I hear the screams,

the gun fire,

the sound of our great race dying-

burning in our hate.

Sometimes I wonder if it was a mistake,

And I live with it everyday.