Happy?

I hope you're happy, I made it back.

I saw crack in the shell and I made track.

I'm back to tell a tale with rap.

I was trapped in the pale, it black and I was frail.

I heard a clack from the back, it was my tail.

I sat, collapsed, inhaled.

There was many maps but I failed to comeback, I was derailed.

Combat with traps, I was impaled.

Contact with mats, I detailed a contest with facts.

Betrayal became my comrade in chats.

Disable the contract, in scraps.

This fable compacts in tax.

This label is just that in acts.