A once quiet room now echoes with the sound of agony and battle cries. A once peaceful place turned into a war zone. My enemy constantly escaping me into the darkest of places. The more I pursue the darker it gets. A very lonely and painful journey ever deeper into a place that only I can fight my way out from. A light at the end of the tunnel that only seems to fade as the days progress.
Why do I burden myself with such agony? Everyday I find myself swelling with hatred of this place, this object, my fate. Yet I always return for more. Always more angry then my last visit. For a moment I have yet to even experience. A moment I may never experience.
I had thought until recently I may have found a niche. A happier place I could go to to escape this fate. As I grab hold, knuckles blistering white, hands ripped ready to take hold and pull out of this dark place. I briefly find myself wanting to find happiness.
Then it hits me....
Fuck happiness. There is no time for happiness here. This is war. The only ones who survive are the angry. The driven. The true fighters. The ones who are willing to bleed. The ones who bend but never break. The ones with an indomitable spirit. These past few weeks I have watched as that ever escaping light has faded into the dark no longer to be seen. It escapes me everyday. I somehow manage to break through and come out alive. I may be beaten and bruised. Forever scarred by the many battles I endure. But I will never break. I may rarely win a battle. But I will win the war. I am stronger then you. I will break you before you defeat me. As the steel door creaks shut and the once deafening cries of war settle in the night I know that tomorrow I will face this fate again. Forever hungry for more.
