Interlude (1)

I see a shell of a man, who was destined for greatness.

I see a shell of a man, who was destined for happiness.

I see a shell of a man, who is empty. Devoid of all feelings, and emotions.

Where is that desire? Where is that will and passion that used to burn brightly and fiercely?

Extinguished. By false hopes. By false dawn.

When all that existed is the night.

And a long and lonely darkness.