Again Facing the Wastelands

In the chaos I was born, blue, cold, alone. the sickness of the air blistering my lungs with the stench of life. The infections rotting my flesh eating away the only thing I can call mine. Days of unfortunate chance, callousing and ripping away at my once bright soul. Through faith I lost everything and with despair I found fate. alone I began, alone I shall be, with hollow eyes watching behind smiles of lies. Once a little light began to fix and repair my broken chest only to blind me leaving me in eternal darkness again. Without sight I see the truth, again facing the wastelands I prepare for the inevitable to be alone and to escape again facing tomorrow praying it will be better than yesterday.