I've been stuck in a temporal prison of my own making. I've done most wrong and some right all in the name of survival, but it cost me a steep price and the World still seems to think I have a debt to pay.    So, I set my sight toward the stars hiding behind the forever gray clouds to join them, a good cover.    So, I touch the wind to let it guide me away from this hell, a good escape.    So, I take a deep breath and remember the sweet smell of your hair before your fateful demise, a calm state    So, I forget it all and open my ears wide to hear their fluctuating heartbeats, they won't see the morning sun.    So, I once again let my enemies taste the wrath Mother cursed me with, voices of the past haunting me.    Once again back to the shithole I called home. I gazed at the handle of a knife for an unkempt amount of time, I tried again to advert my yearning eyes, but shameless Fate put her shapeless hand on top of mine.    So, I grabbed it like it was always meant to be and plunged it deep within my wrist, another thing taken from me.