The past is but a shattered mirror, a cruel illusion of what I once knew. Why cling to its shards, when they cut us so deeply? Is it not better to let go and move on. To embrace the present and all that it holds? Oh, cruel mind, why do I speak these words? I babble nonsense once again, of states of mind I cannot comprehend. I speak of pasts, of presents and of futures, of fleeting moments in the life of man. To these we cling, we cling so desperately, as if they hold the key to our existence, but to our horror we find out much too late, it’s just the trick of lights, it is that simple.

I must go on! Again, again, again! I will march forth to give my pain a purpose, I’ll once again be on my merry way and cast aside the memories of yesterday. Sweet memories are now forgotten, cause on this road of mine they have no place. My path is filled with poison, blood and pain, my mind with dreams that fade away, please stay! You cruel world, give back my men! Bring back my house, my parents and my name. Bring back the laughter, joy and sorrow, don’t just bring back suffering and pain. This mind of mine keeps feeding me this fire, that tries to alight my road, to keep me on my way. But I, I have no wish for dreams that could light fires, cause they will never bring me to my end.

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I was a man like every other, with love, with life, they took it all from me. For this I take my step and wander, wander this land that is like fire to my foot. They give me poison so poison I shall drink, they give me blood, with blood I’ll dance in fire, my end is near, I can feel!

I’ll walk alone, lifeless with no desire, I have no one, and no one shall have me. I’ll be the reaper, death all I’ll devour, cause only in their end I’ll have my peace!

And he walks once more, one last time. Today his story will survive, tomorrow he’ll be closer to his dream, or nightmare. Broken and in pain, a little of his fire still remains, as he continues his battle with madness.