In the obsolete and miserable mind, I was a serpentine remains of my sorrowful past, surrendered to the insane thoughts of my reflected self and my reality was only a mere piece of fantasy I wanted to live and the ambitionless dreams were yearning for redemption. The artless champion found his way through this ageless mind, a longing dream to seek the lost remaining of the myth, a myth of the hidden collage, adorned with carved voices and screams of my tired soul. The reflections of the burned thoughts reflected on the crying moon, reflecting its dim light on my grieved face, string back at it with a hopeless smile, surrendering to this unrealistic reality, waiting for my delusional champion to release me ~