In the middle of the night I woke up with screams from my heart.
It fiercely struggled against my chest. Yes, my dreams were games.
My swollen eyes repelled the light, wanted the dark, a pitch, a cuddle that could dilate the pupil 'till become blind.
The fan running and angry cards were thrown through the wind.
The heat mingled swet and blood. I suspected being alive. Almost wanted move my arms, my legs and wake up. The life were a game of single victim. My past, memories were just tracks to where I couldn't pass anymore. My empty seemed have erased all the histories.
My imploded foundation took me to the floor, where I tryed to bury myself and free me from the cuts.
The vital pendulum cutted the silence. That was the echo which multiplyed into my head.
The empty in the middle of my body swallowed myself. Reduced me. The blindness of my eyes were intensifyed when flashes blinked around me, and I didn't have strength to walk to any direction.
I invoked the angels, the heaven, and my inspirations.
Was laid, no wishes, no goals, alone. Forced my eyelids. One last vision: looked to my hand, a sickle. To someone who had nothing else to pick?
It was when I realized... I had just commited a heinous crime!
I killed my self-love.

Rafael Lewin.
(Character: Hisoka from HunterXHunter by Yoshihiro Togashi)