You gaze up at the emptiness from the discomfort of your bed that was once your shrine.

It's different now.

And with the sunlight now seeping through your frail fortress of curtains like how the Saharan heat is magnified upon a traveller, it's hard not to finally succumb to the fact that dreamland eludes you and that despite being in broad daylight, the nightmare has only just begun.

Your conscience has not been the kindest throughout your midnight misadventures. Close your eyes, and be trapped within those vicious chain of thoughts. Open them, and suffer the aftershock of realisation that reality has inhibited mother Earth.

Fast-forward to the future. It's finally dawned upon you. You've been living a lie, deluded from reality, chasing shadows, only to be brutally spat at.

It's the beginning of the end. So let's embrace the darkness - my old friend, fade to black and brace ourselves for the deluge that is to follow.

Oh you poor soul. You sorry, sorry little soul.

Don't bother asking. I kill you.