I've been connecting dots

There is no place like home, they say. Adding that to the old cliché "home is where your heart is". Sure thing. And then, there is this guy, with a heart shred to piece. Where is his home? Many battles were fought and the blood bath was the only known thing to him. The only road he knew, was a lonely road full of corpses. Did he fight any of them? No, but they tried to fight him. One day, around those dark corners, he found a body laying down, trying to survive. You see when the needle skips the vinyl because it's scratched? That was the breathing of that body. Already skipping beats.

"Please, help me! I can't die" - screamed the body with agony in its voice.
"Why should I help you? Why should I waste my time with you, when you just want an excuse to keep breathing and keep on taking foolish decisions?" - he replied.

One thing he knew; if he helped that body, he would be used until he became a body like all those around him. All those bodies tried to extract the best out of him, nearly killed him, but he just kept moving on. He couldn't stop, no matter what. He was the warning signs, he was the deepest hugs, he was the precious advices, he was everything and nothing all at once. Everything to them, nothing to him. That was his faith.

"I promise, I won't be like the others. I just don't want to die! Please, I'm begging you" - said the body.
"That's the problem. That's the fucking problem! You make all those promises, like they did, just because you don't want to die. I'm sure you want to go to heaven, but you have to die for it. At least, if you believe in heaven. I won't help you. Look at me!" - he screamed to the body - "I've been fighting for all of you, I've been wandering through my own blood so all of you could survive, but what all of you did was selling lies. My words were hitting deaf ears. I lost everything, I became nothing, I became senseless. I'm empty. EMPTY! Do you know what if feels like? Oh, but you're on your deathbed, sure you know all those things just for the sake of being saved. I'm not sorry for leaving you there to die. Was your choice against my advice."

Another body. He knew he could've make something to save that body, but he choose not to. Instead, he choose to obliterate that body with words. May that body can now rest. As for him, he knew, even without any strenght, he needs to keep walking. And that's exactly what I did. Keep walking.

I've been connecting dots. The dots of my body with a razor. What a visual poetry this is!