From despair. I have travelled far. To this place where I might settle. Pushed through hell by a vomiting mass of screaming metal.
Skull smashed, Body shattered. This breath my last. Blood spreads across the chalk dust outline of my past.
Voices, distant, faint. I cannot hear. Or see them close. The sirens and the blue neon lights illuminate a ghost.
Adrelin, heat, life. A flame flickering . Deep inside a shocked shell. And I?m violently wrenched from heaven, back to a living hell.
Three hundred and sixty five days. Fifty two weeks. And countless hours. Kept from living my normality, through lack of simple powers.
Drunk, scum, killer. Mindless. Never caught! ?Die in hell you murderous bastard? this is what I thought
Five years after. I have travelled. With laughter, tears and friends. I can?t undo what happened but living life will make amends.
And from despair. I have travelled. To this place where I will settle Despite being pushed through hell by a vomiting mass of metal.
And from despair. Hope springs eternal. I have shown this to be true. If you find yourself in the limbo land between the past and the living you. Know that I knocked at the reapers door and know that I came through.
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