There is a side of me that is dark... That is devoured by pain. But there is also another side of me, that is sick of the stress and sick of the strain. A side of me that desperately wants to live. That wants to breathe in fresh air and have something to lose... But also something to give.

There is a side of me like a lashing storm. Only of anger and power was it born. And oh, how it scorns. Oh, how it desperately wants to settle the score... But I refuse to allow it. Because things are not like they were before. Things are different, and will be forevermore.

I am no longer that man. He is dead inside of me. Everywhere I go, I carry the weight of his dead body. You've no clue the things I've seen, or the places I've been, or the things I've done out of desperation just to feel loved again. But I'm no longer that man...

I've done all I can. All I could. To destroy the last remnants of the pieces that let that false epiphany stand. That allowed that horrid, cruel man to remain in command. The last bloody pieces of a man I could no longer stand.

Torn asunder and slowly beaten to dust. To return to which he came. Sorrow and rust. Dirt and sand. Depression and lust. Regrets and resentment. Anger and disgust. I was determined to kill him... Because it was only just. A definite given. An absolute must.

© Robert Young