this is not my true nature.
i was not born as what i have come to be.


to be gentle again...

an angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certian death.


do not let this exterior deceive you.
i can easily crush your spirit.

my wounds bleed truth,
their voices are caustic,
and with the words...

a nasty sting from aim and precision of fact.

"how can you be so cruel?"


it is not who i am,
as it is the hate i feel.


i am a demon,
a vicious fiend.

let me alone.
i am a demon with a penchant
for other's misery.

i am a demon,
a vicious fiend.
let me alone

in peace
to be the beast of a man
the world has made me.


i am prepared to fight humanity every day
for the rest of my life,

albeit, my mind and body
yearn for tranquility.


people that should earn my love
consistently warrant my hate.
i truly resent this.


breathe easy, friend.
let not bitter fruit sour your breath.

you were once a gentleman.

when friends fail,

and mother is gone;
when god is silent,
and mates fall out of love...


i still wake to confrontation,
alone, and unflinching.


i am not simply strong,
i may very well be the strongest man

that ever lived.