Feelings of doubt fill his thoughts.
Trapped inside of a bottle slowly flooding with negativity,
as he treks an endless spire of emotion and pain.
Deliriously speaking in the language of love,
of which he does not understand,
trying to make things okay.
He has known great pain and sadness.
As the bottle has flooded, and the spire been concord
He disperses his feelings.
A slit of the wrist and a blade to the heart.
He greets happiness.
No longer will he be torn, ripped or shattered.