[ WP ] 'They said they 'd return when the world needed heroes again . They lied . '

Sliding back through, eyeing the scenery as all the memories crawled back. Life existed in segments, moments contained tucked away in other worldly seconds, each seemingly separated by a lifetime of agony. Life became hard, the proses and verses preaching an overwhelming victory evaporated from the pages as I read on. A world I did not recognize replaced my scenery with a withering winter. Not knowing what comes next. 
 
 Your death a lesson of age, riding by once more as I eye the homestead, despite not living here in years. Each inch of yard harbored a memory, an entire existence wiped away in a seconds notice, yet somewhere left behind in the mist we survive inside the haze. Letting the smoke trail away, I inhale again on my cigarette and roll on. The old neighborhood taking me back, the spring wind bringing back a cold tinged aroma. 
 
 Unable to quite examine the feeling, the hopelessness that becomes all consuming, a void consumed by a crashing misery swallowing any semblance of a personality. I speed away the demon takes my wheel, guiding me back down the moonlit streets. Tossing away my cancer I strike up again as I brass check my weapon, ensuring what I already knew. 
 
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 I arrive at your house, while you sleep soundly inside. Tonight my debts forgiven in a blaze, no longer the relic I once was, the icon built to be. Hoping you'd always remember me, hate to arrive uninvited, but even you knew it was n't over. Living a hero was n't what it is made to be, the life of a heretic has always called me, tonight I answer. After this I become something else...
