it was no surprise. to see him crying alone, looking up in the dark sky tender tears falling from his eyes upon rotting woden bridge, he looked himself on the dark misty river. no more expressions anymore. now he remember a girl whom awaken from deepest slumber, who had broken her own barrier, who dosen't see stars anymore, whom he begged for a piece of love.
and now, today he teared his heart away to bury all of his rememberance. for he knew time shall kill him silently away after a sickful feaver, he slowly closed his eyes and let the swamps have him pleasently. yet he realized where he was going
where he left there was nothing but a piece of fragile dreams.
\"pure, deep Darkness guides me to greater pleasure damp, sickening atmosphere leading my weak body to eternal slumber which will never arise again\"