This web, this deadly cocoon; they're victorious.
They're laughing away, cackling, guffawing... Can you hear them? They're ... deafening.
Now, here they come again. Still, you can't run away - the door's locked and there's no key.
You scream; but the echoes simply drown your soul, eating every bit and pieces of your flesh.
They're condescending; they rob you of your worth, your dignity and your values.
They're vicious, they kill you with a series of events - grip you by the shoulder, strangle you ruthlessly and assail you with a gun at a point when you're most vulnerable. Then...
Poom, you're dead - like the wind, silently gone without a trace nor a sign.
"Wait, there's a sun at the far end!" You exclaimed.
Oh, 'hope' you mean?
Kid, don't be fooled.
Hope - an elusive, evasive, fleeting entity.
Don't even depend on it.
If you do, you'll never survive.
