All around are inked the words that he kept on saying so easily, that haunted me. The walls have written in big that his tears are only a drop in an ocean he drowned others in. His felicific haven that ignited hells won't be his refuge anymore. Him, alone crumbled in this darkened room. He is not to be afraid. It is for him to hear the resonating brittle voices and wails of loneliness and pain he didn’t hear us scream. While he saw his world in colors of hated shine, for those who couldn't see far he faded any sparkle of brightness.

He ought to look for a door but the escape is a hope I was never given . Until the eyes water regret and the heart itches with memories that’ll bleed. I'll come. I'll find him with the hurt that suffocates under the covers of mercy. With his blight smile will he open his arms and ask for forgiveness? He will see that I am better not because I was born like it, like he believed for himself, but because I'll try to forget and maybe forgive now. My only revenge is that he must take with his own hands the moldy crown he crafted for himself. My only revenge is that he must take the palate and color everything again with the torment that before he was the one to wash everything away. The room will witness his grief, the grieve over a sky that'll lose its grey.

For feeling like I was less, for every shatter of glass, for the nothingness I was kept with.

I see it every time I see his face. I see him curled and lost in the dark, in a room I only build in the back of my head. Let the pain strike my love that should’ve never been there.