Do not ask where I've been, for I can no disclose such information.
I can only say how I felt;
A child in the mouth of hell.
For the past couple of month and a half, that's what I've been.
By the end of this episode, I still won't be able to know where I went wrong
As a human being,
A boy trying to find his way like everyone else.
I've mingled with guilty demons and innocent hearts only to find that most of us have
Been misplaced.
Each day was a full-out battle to remember what life was like before;
I'm sorry to say that I've lost my footing sometimes with thoughts of
Calling that dread Home.
I wonder how many times I can come back from the dead.
When (If ?) I leave, it won't really be me.
When (If ?) I finally go, the same person who went in will not return
And I found the source of sorrow springing from the truth.
Something great
And bright
Was forced into near-oblivion, but a small piece held on,
No matter how razed you leave the land
Their salt will not kill the crop.
It will grow.
A small piece that learned things and
Felt pain,
Others and its own, that was totally
Unique
Only to this place, yet
Was it worth it? Did it deserve it?
Nope.
I will (?) return shaken forevermore,
Smelling of gray, thinking of death, for what? Not a goddamn reason.
God,
Forgive them because they do not understand
The irreversible damage they have placed on
One Man.
Later Days, Longer Nights
