He was the enemy. The chief of all enemies, if you want to know the truth. At least, that's how I viewed him.

It's funny how some friends come and go. What's funnier still, is how he never was ... My friend nor my enemy. I don't know how else to put it. It was all in my head. Man was I confused.

I never had anything like a friend in terms of the friendship that transpired from a few years of hell. It's like motivation I guess. Sometimes you find motivation, and other times motivation finds you.

Friendship is so rare, or so it seemed most my life. Sure, we'll call others friends, but then how quick a friend can turn into an enemy is what I've known nearly my entire life.

Enemies ... I would say they're a dime a dozen, but then that's a little more cliche than I care to be. Hell, truth be told ... There are no enemies until we make an enemy out of someone, or until someone makes an enemy out of us.

Anyway, I'm Satan and Satan is my enemy.

I'm not a bad guy, but then I am at the same time. I get more than just a little pissed. Think about a volcano and how they sit dormant for years on end, then how the lava starts rising up slowly. One small trigger and an explosive disaster follows. That's me. Yeah, I'm a little fucked up, but I'm not a bad guy.

I lived my life with nothing but love and care for those around me. I gave my all to all of them. Then one day it was like I never existed at all. I found myself alone in a world that didn't care.

Hell, that's only half of it. The world hated me. To this day I've never harmed anyone other than myself. It's a coping skill I think. So yeah, I just hurt myself sometimes.

Broken hands, a cracked rib, knots on my head, bruises covering my chest and arms and legs, and a few cuts too.

That's what happens to a guy like me after he discovers how much the world hates him.

I went down my vein once in the shower. I didn't even think before I sliced down my vein. Cutting across is for pussies. No, I went strait down the motherfucker with enough pressure to cut through a football. It barely scratched the surface. I'm Satan. This is my story.

Ok, so I made a friend and an enemy the day I made a friend of my enemy. Those who were once my friends or who I thought to be, turned against me the same day. Why? They didn't like him or those he liked. My enemies were once friends, and my friend my best friend, I once thought to be my enemy.

You never see this shit coming. How could you? To put it in perspective, let's say you found refuge in your family, but after you start hanging with someone they didn't like, they start treating you the same as they treated them.

They mistook my kindness for weakness in the beginning. Now they just take it for granted. That's all about to change. A man can only be so kind and put through so much before he reaches his breaking point. I've reached mine.

Another day in hell and the same in paradise. It's all the same. A lot of people don't know that, but yeah ... It's all the same. I've suffered a lot of loss in my life and I'm soon to endure more.

I don't like it. Truth be told, I fucking hate it, but I'm not in control of other people's choices, so yeah ... More loss on the docket.

I hate leaving, but I need to. My son is like my life, so I hate leaving him behind. He's a man now, so that makes it easier for me. I trust him. He's truly the only one I fully trust.

It's not easy to endure loss or to be the one required to lose. I won't count this as a loss, but rather a gain. My sacrifice, our gain. I love him like that. I'll stay in touch one way or another. Like I stated, he's my life.

As enemies go, I guess you could say I've faced a few beasts. Some of whom, many would cower from ... Like the devil. Most would cower in fear of the devil. It's not the devil I'm worried about, it's those who fear him. They are my Satan, and being Satan myself, they've made themselves my enemy.

When it comes down to love, and I will say love ... As much as some hate that term coming from myself, it's infinite in scope, meaning never ending from one side to the other. The same is true for my wrath. It's no less in scope.

I was, many years ago, heaven sent. I've been bound here for eternity, so if you're here with me ... Welcome to my world.

They think they're the good guys because people like myself scare them. What is it with the fear anyway? Is it because I've killed, or is it because I speak what's on my mind, or is it because they just don't understand me?

Time is a fickle little bitch, and troubled cases of love are like clanging fucking cymbals. They hurt my ears and I can't stand to listen them is what I'm saying, so ...

I choose not to hear them. I love sex. I love my wives. I love this earth and hate all the cleaning we gotta do. Yeah, that in and of itself scares people, but it's gotta get done and will get done over time.

I'm not in a hurry on the cleaning, but I love sex. That's where I'm going. I'm going home to be with them. Home us where the heart is, so I'm never leaving where I am, yet I'll never stay here either.

What should I call my enemy? You know the good guys and gals who don't think a guy like me should be talking about sex so much?

Misguided? No no ... I don't think that'll do.

It's funny ... Maybe I'll just call them the world. Yeah, that's the name of my enemy ...

The world, but the world is also like an oyster with precious pearl. I guess it's time to put the pressure on and heat things up a little. It's a hell of a place.

Passion...

It makes the world go around. With two wives and no one local in mind anymore, it's as if some are standing between me and the two I'm married to. I know what gets me off. I know what I enjoy. I know the type that keeps me wanting more and then fills the need without me asking.

Then, out of nowhere Satan jumps in and tries to break up my happy home. Love binds us together. Desire fuels our passion. Then comes the wall, the homewrecking Satan who won't let us be. I love my wives. They love me, still the enemy is relentless in pursuit of stealing our joy.

Joy means pleasure in case you were wondering.

Anyway, I need to go home.