Black. Dark. Cold. Madness. Hatred. Anger.

You were happy. You were satisfied...
But things come to a stop. It ends. All the doors shut. Or is it that you shut them?

The hatred holds you down. It chains you down.
Your dreams float by you. Dreams are just dreams. That is where happiness is. You yearn for happiness. It whispers, "Reach for that dream." You raise your arm, but the Anger returns. It pulls you back.

"It was them," you say. "It was them who stopped me. Them who pulled me back. Them who locked up that door."

But you see yourself standing there. Lifeless. One step forward could have allowed you to escape. No emotion. No reaction. Why?

Fear? Darkness? Blindness?

The lifeless you. What do you truly want? Was it not enough? Your reach?
Your invisible arms tighten the chains around you.
Your candle slowly dies. Drops, down your cheek, echo on the cement floor.

The flame is gone, but the heat remains. Will it appear again?
Black. Dark. Cold. Madness. Hatred. Anger.

A premonition? Another road begins. The gate so far.