Last hope

I was Pushed to the point, then dragged over the edge, I was never to see the signs, this mind had never let me. Directly in my face, yet my dead blue eyes saw nothing at all.
A violent decent was to be my inevitable fall.
As even the coldest of hearts break when a soul is shattered in the black.
Now an empty void where even the whispered words of hope are but a cruel shadow in the wind.
Plagued too tears by a thousand voices and yet the sinister sounds of silence were all to be herd.
Even the sweetest brutal glory to b had in pain was torched and ripped away from me in smoke.
Crippled and numb too the touch, I was lost in an unbearable worm hole of an undescribable agony.
This place of darkness was to be our final yet never ending end.
Far to many of us now have become the faceless dammed.
Just another statistic and next in line for the property of a body bag.
But something was then foiled In Satan's filthy little plan.
For a fortunate few had slipped through the fiery clutches of Lucifer's fingers.
And it is here now in recovery in which we have landed.
Where the simplicity and raw beauty of a passing passengers smile can save and make a life worth while....