longlostsapper

Night comes, yet I do not rest, the darkness and horrors of my past visit me in slumber. My heart races muscles twitch, my rage fuels it fear feeds it no one around yet still I see them, here to drag me back, down to the pit. In the dark is where the warrior within lives, the dark depth of my soul, calling out for battle praying for release once more knowing its purposes and mission, I wake fully still feeling the rage and blood lust, the thrill of batter, I come down back to my mortal shell my hands shake sweat drips, for there is no rest for the wicked on this night