The events of today are the type that will not be soon forgotten because the pain inflicted will always be remembered as putrid and rotten. It seems agony and despair befriend me all to often and the shadows are the only companions that stick around from birth to the coffin. Those that wish me ill are the same that have broken my will and smiled in my face while attempting to steal the last bit of humanity by way of a friendly kill. There are many that can relate to that because they also have stab wounds that reveal the things we lack...I search for loyalty and find simple deceit laced with intentional grief and covered with past defeats. Yet I rise...though lonesome and scared..yesterday's burdens keep me prepared.