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.