This is your Second Life

TIYSL Snapshot: Mr. Self Destruct

* He awakens on the crumbling firmament of the present. Slowly rising to his feet, he surveys the charred ruins of his past with his fist clenched. Turning his palms upward, he watches ash sift trough his fingers like sand in an hour glass, knowing his actions set this world ablaze. He casts his eyes to the heavens as black smoke of an unrealized future billows from the unseen hollow that resides inside him. *

Hurt covered by Johnny Cash

Mr Self Destruct by Nine Inch Nails