Originally Posted on: Saturday, December 10, 2011
See, O' Lord, and look, for I am despised.
Grief and solitude often hone the young mind to maturity.
There is a demon in me. I know it's name though I dare not speak it. It has nit it self to my sinew and flesh. It is my curse. Like iron against flesh he has been to my soul. Breaking, cutting, tearing.
I will survive, though in what condition I do not know, and weather alive or dead I do not know. For some time I may be a blessing to few, yet at what expense? That I could live a peace filled life, to have a wife and children... But such simplicities are beyond me. I am the destroyer. I am that which consumes and breaks. A wretched son of Adam am I. When peace finds me, I will rejoice, when rest wraps me I will be warm. But for now, fury will consume me, strength will possess me and I will be that which I was not only created to be, but that which I learned to be through obedience to discipline.
- A lament of Angdler