mystic1369

I've been beaten and bruised beyond the levels of punishment I thought I could endure. I look upon the hand of my torturer with a sense of longing. My pain has become pleasure because it is all that I have. I remember the days that I stared into the eyes of the dead with the fear of joining in their journey. Now I know that life is nothing more than this: I will hurt, I will feel, I will love, I will hate, and every moment, every person I let slip by is lost to a land that I may never return. I will live my life for now because there is no one else to live it for me.