9:43 p.m. - 2007-11-06
Liberation
The rush, the thrill of cold mute steel, and once again I can feel! Taken out of this world, for just a minute, forgetting everything I know. Thankfuly, I left marks, so I can find my way back, on my arms. It seems as if all that bothered me no longer holds a place. They've lost their foothold on their torment. The voices stop screaming, kinda like vodoo, I cut their tounges silent. My mind is clear, I'm finding myself all over. Thank god for steel.