He woke up, in a silent, dark, rotten Forrest...
Giving a few steps before stumbling over a small rock causing him to stumble down a hill...
Rocks, trees, sticks stones, all penetrate his skin...
Things that he would've brushed off if he was on his feet...
But he is not, he lost control.
And in his frantic attempts to grab onto something with the hope that it will save him...
It either brakes or digs deeper into his skin...
Terrified, screaming, shouting for help...
Nobody can hear him... or nobody wants to hear him...
Terrified, screaming shouting...
Movement in the brush caught his eyes...
What is it, what can it be...
Screaming, shouting, for help...
The dark figure started laughing...
Oh silly boy,,, did you really think anybody would stay...
Did you really think you'd be a priority for the rest of your life...
Silly boy, you are nothing but a breath, blown into the night sky...
See how easy it is for me to take it all away...
Silly boy, you may think you're important to other people, but in reality, they just see what you have to give...
You give and give and they either get tired of you, get use to you,,, or deplete you and move on...
Silly boy, did you really think you can make a lasting difference...