He lays nestled in his bed.
The air is quiet, and only
the faint sound of his breath
can be heard of. Accustomed
now to the lack of another, he waits to fall into his comatic state of dreamland.

The river is lush with pure crystal aqua, floating through are now distant memories of his
heart in a high.

He grabs the poison near the edge that has been set aside by Him, and begins pouring it into the fake innocence. Soon, everything has shifted to a dark and voluminous black.

incoming, the deceased bodies of those memories float to the surface.
They are no longer there to haunt him anymore.

There will be no more sadness.
his eyes open.