DISCLAIMER:I DON'T OWN SOUL EATER OR"LOOKING FOR ANGELS".
SOUL "EATER" EVANS
Everyday it's the same thing; wake up, play piano, eat,play piano, go to school just to play piano, go home, play piano, & go to sleep til the cycle starts all over again. That's how my life was til I was thirteen, when I started writing my own pieces. I played one for my parents & they told me it was terrible and to written from the heart, but the dark songs I wrote were from my heart. Once I played for my older brother and his reaction was the same as my parents. At age fifteen, the night before my birthday while I was performing one of my songs, the piano broke in half. I opened my eyes to see that my right arm was a scythe blade and my family against the wall staring at me. My father was the first one to approach me. "Son, I knew you were different when your teeth grew in." He said walking around me. "You're a weapon... A human weapon. Honey, get this abomination out of my sight!" My mother screamed. The next day, which was my birthday, I got my motorcycle license and decided to leave home to go to Death City where I could learn to be a weapon. I left my brother a message telling him that I was leaving, then I packed some of my clothes, hopped on to my motorcycle and left my Florida home. While I was on the road a song came on the radio that matched my mood.
Going through this life looking for angels. People passing by looking for angels. Walk this world trying to stay on my feet. Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up ' cause I'm afraid to sleep. Open my eyes to a new day with all new problems and ask new pain. All the faces are filled with so much anger, losing our dignity in hope or fear of danger. After all the ways, after seeing the scores, at the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers. There's so much bigotry, misunderstanding, and fear, with eyes squinted and fists clinched we reach out for what is dear.(We want it. We want... We want a reason to live.). We're on a pilgrimage, a crusade for hope cause in our hearts and minds and souls we know(We need it. We need... We need more than this). Going through this life looking for angels. People passing by looking for angels. Walking down the street looking for angels. Everyone I meet, looking for angels. "Will I find any angels in Death City? I hope so that would be cool." I thought continuing down the road entering Nevada.