This is a story about someone who is not there. A tale of twisted lies, like a prick on your finger by a thorn of a single black rose. A warm red dot to every broken bone in your body, lifted by a big black hand twisted and distorted. Tortured till your soul turns dark and cold and has no life left in it to fight against the inevitable. A fate not available, so your stuck. A tiny light of into the distance appears and brings new hope but as quickly as it came, it was smashed away, torn from it's high pedestal, shut out, unable to return. As you begin to think you would be saved, you soon fall into tears now knowing that again fate, your fate, is unreachable. Shocked, cold, and on the verge of dying you sit and look back at all your mistakes that you just blamed on someone else, and as you lie there dead, you are forgiven for all your wrongs and have had more peace, with yourself, your journey, your way to a new life, than you did when you were in life Free from yourself.
