Crawling away from the carnage that has become my life. Weekend from fighting battles for passionless people. Loathing the presence of mankind I walk in to the dead of the moonless night, Longing to just fade away. Only force of will keeps me from leaving behind all I hold dear. I will not give them the satisfaction of beating me. Week, putrid, passionless people that sock the life out of the strong. I will be here when you are dust………….