A Vigilante Reborn

A vigilante I became when teetering on the precipice of death.
When surrounded by lawlessness,
I’ve gone on a quest to enforce it regardless of what is said.
About a warrior born within a soul withering from cowardice put to rest,
The second I realized how,
Alone I was in a room full of mortals I saw as mere pantomimes…

I,
Never really belonged anywhere,
As I was stranded by everyone I’ve ever come in close contact with.
I figured,
Why not abscond from a place where my love is not wanted more than,
What I can simply give…

To evanesce is the only option,
Leaving no trace of an existence with no worth in eyes of,
Minds as thoughtless as their own actions.
And,
Once I’m gone,
There is no coming back to a glass house I was wounded by,
As it all came crashing down by my thundering cries.
For the help I gave myself before I chose to,
Waste away and die…