Is restless...
Questioning my motives,
Over, and over.
I obtain strength just enough to overtake my opponent,
But as I cross their path,
Their mocking voices drain what courage I have managed to
cultivate through my heartache...
And more often then not,
I weaken and fall,
Leaving my slightly stronger allies to drag me along,
And though at times I'm unwilling,
And have no desire to keep on.
I am indebted to their services.
That's exactly what you want,
Isn't it?
For me to be so drudged down with the weight of self disappointment and self loathing,
That I divert from my original corse and self destruct...
But it won't happen,
Not again, not to me...
I've awaken as a new creature,
A beast,
Blood thirsty and vile...
Cruelty is just a word for reality in motion, my aim is to
to set that motion...
I was a warrior before,
But I am a soldier now,
Without emotion or reaction to hurtful words.
Before I was raw,
Now I'm so numb to humanity,
That even the most vile, creative entities can't make me bleed human blood.
Or drain human tears...
I am my own creation...
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