My eyes focus on nothing,  slowly the sight blurs.  Nothing but a blur of colors.  It was better like this.  Not feeling,  not caring.  No heart. No hurt. 
He wanted to stay here,  lost in this moment,  feeling this pain.  This was where he belonged.  The real world didn't work for him.  He never fit in,  he didn't belong.  A relic of a time that no longer existed.  Born too late.
Just a moment longer.  Life was encroaching fast and there was no fighting it.  A life muted of color and alone.  A life he chose,  one he can't escape. 
Just a moment longer,  Alone cold.  Life has begun.