1 - Intro

His skin was too tough to crawl under.

His walls were too high to climb.

His mind was too black to see.

His true heart was too far to reach.

It was as if he locked himself away deep in his own dungeon designed to be his personal asylum with only him being the resident inside, bound in tight chains and forced to sit in his own filth, with the public persona he wore being the warden.

He didn't even want to leave the comfortable dread of that prison.

Perhaps if you took the time to get closer, you could obtain the keys to unlock his figurative barred cell, open the door, and free him of his shackles so he could feel comfortable bringing his original character back to the light.