Finding My Way

Twisted in his umbilical cord, he died for a monent at birth
Since his first breath was donated, he didn't realize it's true worth
Resuscitated, pulled back from the grips of Death himself
Although he was torn free, the scythe's marks are still left

He never knew where the jolt back to life ever originated
He only knew of the pain he felt and the bitches that he hated
Long hours spent venturing about a mental maze
Some thought that he was mentally touched, not knowing it was a homicidal daze

In these trances his level of rage increased with such intensed fucking heat
Reaching the end of the maze was a source of peace but that was an unattainable feat
The deeper that he traveled into the maze, the more he smelt collaged blood and rotted meat
Death could be felt, along with piecing screams rolling off of drum beats

This close to the heat was freezing cold, who would think that hell was this cold
There were glimpses around the next turn of killers grabbing a hold
Of demons tearing flesh from bones trying to get to the very soul
Of breaking a much needed code as the maze started to unfold

Along the walls were script and text of what this traveler should expect next
Vital points on the human body was taught along with how he should disect
Covert manuvers were a part of the way that he was being trained
While his heart was racing at triple normal speed everything was being tattooed on his brain

He learned to love the scream of the dying as maestro loves a classical piece
To love the the smell of blood and rotted meat in anticipation of a great feast
The rhythm of the drum beats made his body twitch as if it was dancing
Those thinking that he was touched thought that his symptoms were advancing

When in actuality he had passed through the center and could finally see the end
But he had learned that where the maze ended, the true fun begins
After lessons in weapons and restraints, retribution for that breath was finally asked
Exiting without a face, his true purpose was finally revealed and he was given a mask