Skeptical cry

Life is drowned, reality is burned and sanity is forsaken and as I watched them fade, it was a terrible scene, a fantasy I never thought I would imagine that will be revived and chase me through my mind, sowing those horrid and dry seeds to grow and smash me into insanity and face the unthinkable. I walked purposelessly and with grieved ambitions beyond the endurable agony and beyond the unknown. It was a reflected place with ambiguous portals and voices sewn into the walls, echoing across this wasted place, a dilemma that smothered my voice and choked my scream, a vacant and hollow soul, and a sore and soulless corpse I have become. I saw my cries and screaming being sewn next to the others, the victims of this omitted realm, but my sewn voice was different, it was choked and shattered, forsaken and forbidden. The echoes of my voice rang into my ears and all of the sudden, everything was slowed down, those mere minutes were suffocating me so hard that it separated myself from me, letting out a cry that withdrew the colors of my reality, only black and grey were left and the sorrow was unendurable, combining with my weak and sewn voice, my throat was sewn to stop this cry, but my voice managed to escape through the holes between my bloody lips and as my cream was dying out, I barely heard his chuckle somewhere in this place, my isolated eyes were searching around for him, stumbling across the hopeless and dismayed thoughts, only to find him sitting before me with a skeptical smile!