Talk:Ken Kaneki/@comment-112.211.25.203-20151123131924

the river was dyed red by the drops falling from his blood-soaked hair. the ashen sky was not gray, but resembled a rose. a bloodred rose, tempting, tantalizing. soon, everything he knew became nothing. all perished underneath the demon's gaze. in the eyes of God, was a tragedy unravelling slowly, painfully until the events are just another part of history. he screamed until no words came out instead, screams of agony, of death can be heard. once, black was the color of his faking self, turned white, and made promises. then, gray was born under all the lies and red, when he finally awoken up from his dreams. the garden was dyed red by the tears of blood that pooled from his head. the white flowers bloomed rosy petals, the green grass was tinted, and in the middle, he stood, in living in an illusion, the lines between reality and fantasy begin to fade, and once one begins to realize what's what, it's already too late.

- t.s.d.f