The boy who raged, 1683.
My boy, my dear melancholy boy,
It is nighttime and you're curled up in bed again.
Why do you sleep away the day, and let the night begin?
Is it because the world is too loud,
And the day is too bright?
Locked inside, with bottles of novocaine,
Perhaps you wish to hide your pains.
And drown yourself in the serotonin gotten,
From these sad synths that may have been forgotten.

Uzumaki Ryu.
Do you enjoy this façade my boy?
With your back against the world,
Is it trust you seek so much?
Or is it fear that eats you up?
Indeed in a cold world you were born,
Its sweet roses bore deadly thorns. ...