He is nothing more then a mere child. All he ever wanted was to see his mother smiling down upon him. Is that such a bad thing? The people from the wish house tainted his innocence, burning down all hope for his young hearts wishes. How can you see such a corrupted face? How can you look past this child and see what’s not really there? All thoughts yeas of lying and pain, locked away forced to eat his cell mates and yet, he could put on a smile. Just the thought of his mother letting him in gave him his will to move on. Do you see the rituals where only for this child’s dream. He never met to cause the pain that he did. Let him sleep in the room witch he was born in and awaken into his mothers embrace. Floating away like a feather in the wind. The haze will lift and his nightmares will disappear. This frail child will rest in the peace that is desired and us all will fallow them up into the brightly lit sky…

The dawning of the new day, shines brightly with his smiles. This hellish dream is over.