Numb

Even I don't feel it, I just see the consequences.

When the sky turns to black, little demons leave their hidings. They lead you to dangerous games your mind has created through time. You just have never dared to play them. The little demons smell like revenge.
Make your chioce, pay the price, alone.

The forces of darkness rule the scene. You, holding the platform, are unable to affect the game. You have been hit by something you had not been prepared for ... you have no hope.
When darkness prevails, there's a price you have to pay; your beliefs, values, senses, wisdom, ego, confidence, love ....
You have got to make a choice, pay the price.

SHHHHHHHHH
Be quiet, my baby is sleeping
No no no, please don't wake him up, I don't want him to see this.