Alexander had been facing the worst time in his lifetime. Days had passed but for some odd reason, he was still alive. But being alive itself was now a curse to him. Many were the times that he wished all this would end. Away with the agonizing pain, he thought. The poison had worked its magic churning his organs into nothingness. He could even feel it. The way his organs corroded. This would make him to let out the most agonizing scream before he moved into unconsciousness.
In his unconscious state was where he found the solace to escape from the inevitable. The darkness had turned to be his friend in deed, and the light, a curse in his living existence. Many were the times that he cursed the light and embraced the darkness that he had now become part of.
