In me there is a beast,
a monster,
a creature with but one
goal,
to destroy.
For years I've battled this
beast,
but for what?
For good?
For righteousness?
Battling this demon has
brought me nothing but misery,
nothing but pain,
nothing but suffering.
Now what is left of me?
What is left of my humanity?
I am numb to everything,
to everyone.
I cannot love,
I cannot feel happiness.
I only long.
I only yearn.
I move through this world
as a shell of who I once was.
What is left is simple,
animal,
that which I fought so
hard to destroy.
Now regret, sorrow,
and anger are my guides.
No light fills me.
No hope is present.
I am a soul,
broken by time,
and myself.
I've also posted this poem as a video on my youtube channel. Check it out. http://www.youtube.com/user/thearkangel12345?feature=mhum
