As the shadow clawed at his veins, tearing bits of the broken man’s soul away with nails exuding fetid remains of lives past ruined, he embraced darkness.

So much had happened.

So many lies. So much deceit. Dreams shattered. The last hope abandoned. Love. Obliterated.

Memory. Blunt recognition as the next stone is forced into place. A single bead of sweat embracing dried blood as raw muscle tenses. Determination drowns out cries from a society long since abandoned. Let them protest. Let them scream.

Everybody lies.

Shackles clink to the cursed rhythm of survival as it joins the symphony of endless legions, drowning out a single call for help. The man confesses his nonsensical belief in a concept which has had its throat slit by those whom deal vicariously in the destruction of others.

He must not abandon it. He cannot.

Live for love. Die with HONOUR.