A wisp of smoke bellows from his lungs while exhaling a toxic breath that pollutes both his lungs and his mind. Why he does this he doesn't know, could it be the loss of his heart, does he not care anymore or better yet can he care at all? These thoughts plague his mind as he stands upon the rocky pier, finding them to be quite symbolic to his current state of mind and cannot help feeling drawn to this place of emotional silence.
The rocky foundations that lay beneath his feet are similar to his strong standing nature that he has since long been known for. The water slowly rubbing away at the stone breaks away, much like his inner walls er
Time is an endless recurrence.
While we are lead to believe that we move forwards,
our sins bring take us backwards.
As humans we are doomed to relive,
and remake past events through greed.
Without our righteousness,
we re-enact past horrors
placed in manuscripts
that should be placed in the fires of hell