I thought I had seen all there is to be seen. Nothing in this world seemed to deserve anything anymore. I've seen what they call mighty, and I'm tired of so much mediocrity. I lived for so many ears; maybe that was the damn problem. And also I killed so many, so many people, innocent and guilty, strong and weak thy all died by this hand, my hand. Then, nothing could defeat this greatness that was so brutally extinguished for all the ages to come.

I once dared to call myself a truly god. The titan that I once was, did not know defeat, had no weaknesses and he's sword forged reality. That was me once, once upon a dark time, so glorious and unforgettable times. A hero was the one who changed the image shown by this rivers water, from a god of death into a broken man.

Taking water between my hands, trying to refresh my tired face, the waters began to mirror another face. I lifted my head. The girl with short black hair look at the sky dreaming with polished, black eyes. Stop dreaming girl you are only human. But as I continued to look at her for a split second I smiled. There was something about her that not even my experience of hundreds of years could explain. So she dreamed looking at the stars while I dreamed watching the black sky in her eyes.

But after just a second, the pain made my feet crash back on the ground.

What I was doing? Admiring the sky, dreaming like a fool, there is no more such thing for me. Well, I guess I have to crawl home, know.

Damn this human body and its weaknesses. The package of cigarettes, taken out of my pocket, it is almost empty, again. Caught between my lips the cigarette lights up in the fire of the briquette and the smoke is coming out from the corners of my mouth.

Looking over the shoulder I made her picture blurry by my blowing smoke, and then I smiled and got lost in my darkness.

By the time I got home, I had already finished my last cigarette. Angry, I threw the cigarette butt; I pushed the door with one of my feet and got inside the abandoned house.

I think this wreck was once grand building, but who cares anymore, after all so was I.

It has a roof over your head, that's all that matters, and also enough matt walls so that the human body will not freeze at night.

This is the home of one crazy old man, and the home of a strange girl who hides herself behind a door with thousands of locks, and of course my home.

"Maintenance, the maintenance, where is my maintenance? You are trying to rob me, I know, you young fool."

To ignore the sounds no matter how powerful are they, is a simple and elementary thing for me. So I passed him without giving any attention to his words. For me everything was silence.

The old metal door isolated the rest of the world from me. I threw my stuff on the floor and went to the toilet. My green eyes were inflamed, swollen and red, so I grabbed the painkillers box and I swallowed about five. The pain stopped but my vision started to give me the feeling that I was walking on waves of water.

Damn this human body and its weaknesses, and his needs. The bed was dusty and eaten by mice, but that did not stop me ever, to crash in it when I was in this condition. And as a stone I felled asleep.

Not even a few seconds of the night passed and my dream began. Sweeping images were about to show me that even if torned the chains and I have escaped from hell, that does not count, because hell has come with me.

Another dream another torture, this time I pray to be that girl…..no there is no way, I'm just a full…..and the dream began…