Everything is as cold
as it was in the start.

Darkness entered his room - and his feelings state his unending loneliness.

His emotions sunk into the sea, the boat whom carried it had splattered to pieces-

-and then he was alone.

The sound of a television commercial was muffled -

an eerie volume - bustling behind the door.

Even him, has lost himself.

Even he, who owns himself, has lost him.

Even he - the comparable mortal - has been pertained as a boy.

For so, his ownself had floated in a blissful dreamscape-

-but twisted in a horrible reality.

He once remembered - that he had a wonderful future.

He was astounding.

He was excellent.

Perfect.

But when theres a flame,

There is also fire.

And it burned away.

Even those two words
wherein he did not
consider believing on
became his own catastrophe.

Has life become treacherous?

How gullible.

"How unamusing."

The walls of his own world
had terribly crumbled ; even
his own two hands had shivered,

;unwilling to build it up again as his mind went totally blank.

His own buit-up dreamscape

was all a big, stupid, lie.

...that's right.

And in one glimpse,

he sees himself in
pitch black darkness.