But the figure came like bricks,
hitting me incessantly, to the point where I couldn't breathe.
Why oh why what heavenly mist that has attracted me so?
Why did this happen so unexpected when I just wanted to live a new life?
I was drawn into this,
like a drug, I could not escape.
The scent was so strong that even in a single movement, I dared for more.
Much more that I couldn't help but bite.
I spent time with it. The more I spent time, I never wanted to leave.
Leaving was like a whiplash of Death. It was Death that I did not want to bare.
Yet, as time went by, I witnessed things that I didn't want to witness.
Heard things that I couldn't bare no more.
But like a good-natured citizen, I handled it no sign of ease.
I crumbled like a fallen soldier, unable to move any part.
I missed gatherings just for these saddened moments of fate.
The emotions were so strong. It moved me into crazed, wonderous capacities. It flushed my insides with adrenaline. I knew something, I was different. I have changed for the good and... the worst.
After a few shots, I wanted to leave.
I wanted to pack my whole life, my heart, my spirit, and my mind and start new.
The flaws was too much for my life to handle and the burdens made by the others was too intense.
However, I couldn't. I couldn't leave. I tried and tried and tried until blood lured away from my veins.
I was stuck in a massive sting of crazy glue with a knife jammed in my back.
The only way, the absolute only want for me to leave was
Death.
It was my only choice to escape the agonizing, heart-pounding pain. Yet, it was something I had to back away from for many years ago,
until now.
