Transformation
He burned in his own hell. Years, he wandered in vanity, Years, he waited and, simply waited. Now, out of his illusion, He realized, She ain't coming back. "No! Not all tears are evil" He exclaimed himself. The sun shines for everyone, And he waits for the tomorrow's sun. The sun without shadow. Transformed, He hurls back to his dreams. Ruined enough, He waves to his new future, And promising himself, To never repeat the same mistake again, He burns the last photograph. Nothing's necessary than the unnecessary, He wants to be alive again.