Then one day, I somehow decided that it was enough. I was fed up of everything. The underworld wasn't enough for me. I was wasting away inside a place that was going nowhere. It was stagnant, full of memories of the past. There were shards of mirrors lying around. The mirrors were fragments of dreams lost to the unforgiving tests of time. Each of these mirror carried heavy weights of guilt and remorse. But what could I do about the past? Nothing.
So I turned my head away from the place and I prayed for a ladder. My prayers, it seemed, had already been answered long ago. Deep down inside, I had always hoped for a way out. So it was always there - always had been. Thus, now that the veil of doubt in me had been torn away, I could finally see it. It was right before my eyes. I didn't have to search the world for it. I didn't even have to make one step. It had always been there, right next to me. All I had to do was reach for it. So I did.
In a matter of seconds, I left it all behind me - the underworld. The howling of the demons followed me and the strong pull out of the place had left cuts on my arms. I was bleeding. But a hand reached out and lent me a bandage. Now that's something I hadn't felt in a long time - warmth. Was it an angel? I doubt so. The world is real and there are many things from our dreams that we draw from reality.
I found a comforting hand. I nearly cried for a moment. Spending so much time in the underworld had left me almost heartless. I had forgotten the meaning of having one. It is not only the warmth that embraces you, but also the feeling of wanting to return it. There really is no greater gift to a murderer that one of acceptance. And of course, that warm, genuine smile only makes things seem better.
From a moment of nothingness, I felt enveloped with a sudden rush of intensity. I just seemed without explanation. I could never fathom such emotion could befall me once again. There it was, the light that I had needed all my miserable years. At that single moment, I felt the banishment of all the shadows lurking in those corners of my mind. Once again, I realized that I had let myself slip into the company of my demented self. As that wash of realization overcame me, my heart stopped beating. For an entire minute, I felt no heartbeat. I thought I was going to die. Was this the end of the misery?
Then, suddenly, I felt like someone had struck a match inside my chest. It started to feel like a small tingling sensation. But this sensation slowly spread to arms, neck and feet. I was sure that I was going into a seizure. A moment later, softly, I felt a heartbeat...and then another. I came to realize, that I had not been breathing either and my lungs suddenly felt like they were at the point of bursting. As I took the first breath, I erupted in flames - but it wasn't burning.
My body was not on fire, but my mind was. I felt like I was burning all the way to the very core of my soul. I fell down onto my knees and let the sensation linger. It slowly died down, but it left me with an assurance that I would always be able to look up and see a bright side of things. I was no longer going to be paralyzed by those shattered dreams and broken memories. Now, they would be my wings that I fly with.
And to you, my hero
You helped pave the way
From when I was below zero
And I pledged myself from that day
That if you ever needed a new way
I would always be here to stay
