Roar

He was lacking the indescribable fire that once gave him the constant boost for his roar. The dark fire coated with addictive substances no longer stayed with him and it left him alone. Alone in a silent crowded kingdom. He once ruled this kingdom, being the drill that brought himself and everyone deeper into a hole filled with happiness, even though it was foolish happiness, it was still happiness. Something that was now foreign to him. He was drenched with lonely emotions instead. The motivation was gone. The misleading dark fire was now a fading image. He had become too dependent on this source of light and now came the consequences.
It was a big mistake to ever gaze upon this light of darkness that brought the temporary feeling of ecstasy. Temporary. That temporary period is now over. Now he was left over to the side. His kingdom wandered in a desert of confusion, completely unaware of what was happening beneath his distant surface. This fire was a secret and no one in the kingdom had a clue about the nonexistent connection he had been foolishly building, in the hopes that it would become something. But now he was glad he kept this beautiful liar to himself. Glad to save himself from the humiliation. A feeling his kind could not relate to.
The passionate, energetic roar he was once known for could no longer be reached. He was now motionless and missing purpose. He entered an era of silence and inactivity as he drenched himself with reality. All this time he should have been independent but instead he mindlessly depended on a fire. He had convinced himself that this fire provided him with purposeful light and energy. Although it did for a period of time, he was absolutely wrong about this fiery liar. The dark, scorching fire blinded him and his logic. It's fleeting image caused his heart to fall into emptiness. The fire burnt him.