Death is my companion, resurrection my goal, how to escape this hell I'll never know.

There never seems to be a sign. Caution, yield, stop death is nigh. How many woke that portentous day knowing it would end in the grave. We must all realize that the breath we take could finalize our living days. All should live as if the end is an expected welcomed friend.

I know that sometimes it seems that words are cheap and actions meaningless but my heart is in it.

Upon this day I decree I am the master of my destiny. No more loathing against the light, no more embracing of the night. From this day you will see a man freed from misery.

It is too easy to make commentary on my life from your luxury box.

The pain of the emptiness is unrelenting and it echos through the chambers of my heart.