Fighting life

As I fight this never-ending battle with life, I can taste victory. I am invincible. I cannot be beaten. How is this possible? Through emptiness. The bonds and relations of life hath diminished from my soul and left naked and bare. Love, lust, nor the treacherous vows of trust or dependence keep me from the one focus that can satisfy the hunger within me. I shall not fall, I will not bow, I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!! I refuse, my heart wont let me. I will not accept failure or defeat! For I know the one before is ignorant. He seeks the alliance of love, trust, friends. How preposterous. This man this mysterious figure that dares challenges for obsolete power and control over my life, shall be obliterated. FINALLY... my heart goes cold and pain the equivalent of a thousand arrows is immediate. Death is inescapable. I long to look upon my conquered silently shriek as he removes his mask... For I have been conquered by... me. He leans in and whispers " Alone is a choice you made in retaliation of the sheer evil deeds of others. They fed off your suffering and left you with hate, revenge,and a lust for their demise. Tevil creatures whose sadistic ways no no bounds, but you as well. That is why you have fallen to me." The person standing in my way to peace of mind and control over my life is... me. As I awake from what seems to have been a dream I feel, empowered, ecstatic , ambitious, and complete. Now I can enjoy life's beauty and not feel burdened with revenge, hate, or even regret. For my past no longer holds my abilities limited, but infinite.

Try breaking this into stanzas ... It looks and in some instances sounds like a prose. I, also, suggest editing this immensely. It was a very morbid. I understand that it was your intention. But, it is too angst! I can see you have a natural talent but you're stifling it with emotions. I suggest learning to control your emotions ... Or, rather write when you're less emotional.