Enveloped in pain, afraid that I may not prevail. Trying so hard to change these ways. These emotions driving me to correct all that I have wronged. My soul bound with societies tethers cast upon me so many years ago. Like a dove caught in the fishers net my heart thrashes around unsparingly.

Engulfed in sentiment my heart pounds harder than ever before. Like a child soldier beating his drum in honor of his lifeless father that lay before him on the battlefield. From the dust from which we came I shall return. May the wings of Azrael come down upon me and set me free. I am not nearly afraid to lie within the soils embrace, than I am to breath this burning fire that emanates from deep within. For if I fall, might you grant me wings that I may fly; that I may have the courage to change.