Redemption

He stumbled backstage, head full of various thoughts running quickly, too quickly to be able to make sense of the jumbled mess. He couldn’t believe it had happened, especially so soon. Leaning against the concrete wall and feeling its coolness against his otherwise extremely hot and sweat soaked skin, he released a sigh of exhaustion and exasperation, indeed if he could be bothered to move his aching legs right now he’d kick himself. Raising his head he saw that he was standing in Gorilla position while the roar of the crowds on the other side of the curtain echoed all around the Joe Louis Arena, still high after the epic main event they’d just witnessed. If only he shared in that high, that utter joy being experienced by seemingly everybody but him.

He’d never felt so lonely standing there in his black wrestling boots and black leather bottoms, loose fitting around his muscular legs even though the limbs were as if they’d rapidly expanded like balloons, calves and veins throbbing while this thighs felt wobbly and lifeless, trying his hardest not to collapse to the ground. It was weird feeling that loneliness, that isolation even though there was a team of people sitting in chairs staring at a bank of monitors and wearing headphones to direct the camera crew for the perfect shot of the action, to let the referee and the announcers know what to do and say. This always bustling hub still wasn’t enough to cure the desperate need for attention he had right now.

Finding that he would get nothing from these people too busy overlooking the monitors, he turned to leave the area, barely noticing the white flash darting past him as Segador moved towards the curtain, sweeping it aside with one hand while holding a microphone, the strains of his theme song blaring and seeming distant. All there was to do was keep facing the other way and duck his head, walk away and see where his feet would take him on his wobbly and fatigued trek to wherever, it didn’t matter where. The journey could be his last for all he knew or cared, the sense of loss deep within great like he’d lost a treasured member of the family. Indeed maybe he had, he couldn’t be too sure with his mind being a jumbled mess of thoughts piled one on top of the other like a scrap heap of feelings and images.

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Sitting in the dark, I can't forget
Even now, I realise the time I'll never get
Another story of the Bitter Pills of Fate
I can't go back again
I can't go back again....

But you asked me to love you and I did
Traded my emotions for a contract to commit
And when I got away, I only got so far
The other me is dead
I hear his voice inside my head

We were never alive
And we won't be born again
But I'll never survive

With dead memories in my heart

You told me to love you and I did
Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit
So when I got away I only kept my scars
The other me is gone
Now I don't know where I belong

We were never alive
And we won't be born again
But I'll never survive

With dead memories in my heart

Dead visions in your name
Dead fingers in my veins

Dead memories in my heart

Dead Memories - Slipknot



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