Mastering others is power.
Mastering yourself is strength.
What's your preference?

There is a gravity to
sadness; it pulls me
downward into a
deep dark well.
I can't climb out.
It's my own private hell.
I pray for levitation.
I jump, only to fall.
I feel forgotten.

I put one foot in
front of the other,
and I will rise.
I move on.
Hope returns like
a long lost friend,
and I find my sanctuary.

I need more heroes in my life
because it's lonely being the villain.

The fleeting life
...forever a chase

"This past year was a roller coaster ride through the nine realms of hell — but finally you found the emergency break."

Lately, I have prayed
to both heaven and hell
to lend me the power of resurrection.
So I can **** him
over and over again.