The clocks theyre ticking, for every second his breath became slower and heavier.

The mere fact that he was awake in the late hours made only his fear spark.

There he lay and there he wondered. For all the glory he gain and for all the achievements he had gotten.
He pondered.
Was it worth it.

To be a forgotten.  To be a ghost. To be merely the tool of the society he desperately pry into?

For his only lips craved for a touch. His body for warmth. 
Yet he was banned and banished.

For the sins he committed. And for all the sins he did not.

So he pondered. Was it worth it.