I still remember how it all begun

My life had a price in the eyes of another man... I felt the cold metal in my forehead.

I was going to die for twenty-three dollars and forty-four cents... I closed my eyes.

I felt my blood leaving my head and becoming one with the pavement... I opened my eyes.

The look on my face filled with fear was now mirrored into the other man's face.

I didn't died that day,  but someone did... By my hands.

I realized that death could be tricked. And I decided to use my gift for the better.

Funny thing,  people don't care if you do right or wrong. If you are a freak like me, people only fear you and judge you for no apparent reason. So I'll give them a reason.

I pointed a loaded gun to my head and enter a local bank. A guard pointed his gun at me.

He shot me five times as I slowly walked towards him. Watching the face of fear in every hostage's face. Blood pouring out from the holes in my head and chest. But that didn't stopped me. I shot the guard and left the bank with fifteen dollars. That's all I wanted to take. I didn't need the money. The world was mine. I didn't dreamed of becoming rich. All I wanted was to send a message.

My life had a price in the eyes of another man... Now I'm the one setting the price.

He breathe in... poison and breathe out temporarily bliss.

He breathe in... tricks for the troubled mind and breathe out peace.

He breathe in...  worries, mistakes, and blame, and breathe out oblivion. 

Until one day he tried, but his tired, coal black lungs couldn't breathe in... anymore. 

He breathe out.