The sickness a man feels when the managerie of the dwelling he once pursued for so long is destroyed before his very eyes. The love he once felt as he's throwed into the pit of silent torment amidst a seemingly endless winter.

As mere words that he wishes to throw to the walls are but jumbled garbage. Lost amidst the myriad of coding language of life, attempting to decipher and ascertain each coming and each going.  I only wish to depart entirely from whats been played before mine very eyes.