• Top of his mighty tower.
    Thousands of miles high, nothing but the void around him.
    Tower surrounded by walls..
    Which spans all way to the horizon..
    Serene place, where no harm can reach...

    In there he stands, a lonely figure.
    Never felt but pain, hate and anger.
    Was he ever loved..?
    No...

    Towers walls manned by protectors.
    Alternate personalities.
    To suffer and perish before him.
    For if one would fall, he would not suffer.

    Envy, fuels his hate.
    Hate, pains him.
    Pain, keeps him in his tower.
    The tower, protects him.
    And thus he remains unharmed..
    From the harm outside.

    I don't want any emotions.. He says.
    They are a weakness.. He yells.
    But I cannot be without them.. He whispers..

    A loud roar fills the skies.
    When he tried, yet again, to rip out his very heart.
    Like hundreds of times before, he failed.

    Crying blood out of his eyes.
    These tears fall from his mighty fortress..
    Freezing, as they make their way to earth.
    Only to shatter into pieces..

    These beautiful blood red crystals..
    Sign and testament of his agony.
    His suffering and rage.

    Chained in tormenting memories.
    Shackled with sorrow.
    Bound with blood of his anguish.

    He wants to leave his tower..
    Same time he wants to stay there.
    For world is filled with suffering.
    More than there is, in his tower.
    This is the least of the two painfull choices.

    Aye..
    Serene, tower where no pain can reach.
    But at the same time..
    The cage of his mind, prison of eternal agony.