Lonely as hell was the man with the light of the moon lightning his book allong with the lamppost by the dock. Reading his shit trying to get his mind off from the real world. He decides to walk away because the sound of the water reminds hiim tto the huge emptiness of his soul...
It was hard to tell the time because the moon was too bright... He walked to a climb that he used to visit when he was a kid...
And again, he tried to read his shit... And get his mind off the reality, All the bullshit that tormeted him day and night again, and again. The screams of the people he murdered on his head puts him in a trance... Some kind of a dream.
