He broke today once more, as unexpected as ever all his feelings suddenly rose. A tornado of emotions endlessly circling his chest, burning all his willpower. He barely has enough strength to mutter the word "Why" before he crumbles into a crying mess.
Fetal position defensive maneuvers failed, no drug to help him escape his jail. He is stabbed over and over, fatal wounds appear in his perception, cracks in his vision. Reality rapidly deforms as he finds himself in a place with no sound. He felt like he would drown.
He's begging on his knees to the sky with arms raised high, as the dark walls quickly close in on him, threatening a crushing death, tears exploding on the ground breaking the overwhelming silence. No help in sight, this is is probably the last moment of his life. Abandoned. Fading ghosts of people he used to know looking at him like a freak in a show. Some look from afar intrigued by the jarring performance that's being showed. Others laugh at the pain exuded by the dark soul.
He can still feel a flicker of flame deep within his heart, that small sliver of hope that just might save him from certain death. How will he go about recovering it, he wondered. You might think he has a better way of surviving these nights after centuries of fighting the dark. See, thing is thinking clearly when under the stress of the armies of darkness, the unmoving never changing dark clouds above the tenebrific ravine he calls his mind blur every thought in sight.
What will he do to save his life...?
