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Dark heaved, like immaterial, but existing shroud. He is seating on a roof of twelve-story building. Twelve multiply four minus one… that's not the sixty meters of tower, but it's not a few. He took his player and click with button, setting the variable “shuffle” equal to unity. Two clicks — change of songs. He looked at screen. “Alone”.

They say we are fools

We say, look at you

Long ago, we were just a few

Still say, we don't need you

We don't wanna belong

We said all along

We just wanna be

Left alone

That’s about me… He opened another cup of “Strike”. He loved high-rise. And haven’t afraid of heights. Above, even higher… He take a drink. Alсoholic drink with a weak currant flavor ran down through the esophagus.

That’s so strange… Dark “Strike” inside me… dark… inside…

His mind has began to turn cloudy. His wings was dropped on concrete.

Pain…

He often hurt. Not so much physically as psycho-emotional. In the childhood his parents died. In his youth he is tortured. For Kindom, for the King. Maybe then and began to speak about his name: “Mad”; “Slayer”. Pain became his guide by life. By middle age he became insensitivity to pain… and magic became to his little world. He was a mage… more demon, than mage. But is doesn’t help him. From the spell "P.A.I.N." has no protection. It burns nerve. And it irremovable. Ever since then, his second name — “P.A.I.N.K.I.L.L.E.R.”.

Madness…

It is foolish to hope that it could have been avoided. It looks after me like invisible shadow. Like traces of what, I’m under the “P.A.I.N.”. I have a style. But I haven’t friends. Then He came to me. My “second person”. She is more darker than me. Even order me that I have now. She doesn’t flying around me. Just sits in my head and commented on the events. That’s not so bad… habitually. Even since then, me calling: “Madman”; “Psycho”. It was so long ago, when I heard a voice that I can not remember.

Ever since then, his third name — “M.A.D.”

Loneliness…

At that moment, his mind resonated with song. Inscription was highilghted on screen. “I walk alone”

Put all your angels on the edge

Keep all the roses, I'm not dead

I left a thorn under your bed

The demon threw his head back and drained another half a tin. He looked around. He was surrounded by torn cans of “Burn”. Also had several flattened cans of beer and, at last, few full unbroken cans of “Strike”. Then he listened to the words again.

I walk alone

Every step I take

I walk alone

My winter storm

Holding me awake

It's never gone

When I walk alone

Go back to sleep forever more

Far from your fools and lock the door

They're all around and they'll make sure

You don't have to see

What I turned out to be

No one can help you

Indeed, that’s about me. Echoes of pain and madness drains my soul, but I alive.

And he shouted to the whole world:

RUINED INTO BLAZE OF GLORY, BUT LIVED TO FIGHT AGAIN!