I am my worst enemy, I've known it for a while... though I wish it was otherwise, it's the fate I've grasped with my own hands.
There's no one to talk to, no one who would care... and why would they? Everyday my mind swims father to a place in which my center is captive to avoid further despair.
I need to control, I need to keep myself sane... for my dreams have grown into the nightmares of old and I fear to get lost in them. Blood, rocks, sand and despair... fire, screams and a taste of your fears.
He's coming... but he is not me.
