As he stumbled forwards, reaching for the door, it slammed shut to his face. Horror decorated his features as he took it all in. Failure was impossible to him after all. He was supposed to be the hero, but he was the cause of his very own fall. Nothing made sense. It was supposed to open for him, show him the world. Now he's left in the dark, life seeping from him.
It's too late, too late, he was too late. And he only has himself to blame.
Ruined perception of space
Looks so near, feels so far
My mind slips away from my fingertips
I can't help but wonder if it's not my fault
Falling, flying, I'm sinking through realities
My fingers can't grasp the concept
The air is getting thin, thickness, sickness, sin
Stuck in my lungs, my body's deteriorating
Rotting, rising, floating on air
I'm loosing faith
Can't be, won't be
I can't be blamed
We were supposed to be the best
What could have gone so wrong
We're left with nothing
Not even another chance
To fix our mistakes
Or did we waste them all away
While I thought we were creating, it might've been destruction all along
Stuck in the present, we were blinded from the future
Or did we choose not to see it
Pulling curtains over our own eyes
Sheltering ourselves from the truth
Can't be, won't be
I can't be blamed
We were supposed to be the best
What could have gone so wrong
We're left with nothing
Not even another chance
To fix our mistakes
Or did we waste them all away
While I thought we were creating, it might've been destruction all along
As he closed his eyes for the last time, regret making him drop, he thought he saw light surrounding the door frame. A last shaky, hopeful breath escaped his mouth as he laid down for the last time.