I have been here in this life time and time again.
I have been to hell and looked the devil right it the eyes.
There I walk broken and cast aside, I am not okay.
I walked all seven floors floors slowly, methodical, flesh slowly melting away and my darling I tell you I have never been okay.
As I rose from the underworld of my deisign, I was never the same from the form I had once been.
I was pretty and demure but now I was doomed to walk as nothing greater than a skeleton forever more.
I had become a human it its most basic form, with my sole purpose to lay a path of distruction and ruin.
I was a storm, I was volitile and not okay.
Doomed to wanderlust until one day I met my soul and then, I was, okay.