When Your Soul is Destroyed… When your soul is destroyed…. And your spirit is brutally defeated… Your heart bleeds cold, and your soul stops breathing. While you lose your sense of hope and everything you believe in…. You can see your enemy laugh while your soul dies screaming, The world seems so cold to you, void of honor and reason…. During the day you see darkness, At night you see demons…. Nightmares bring flashbacks of passionate hate… Illusions will terrorize you, and your body will start to shake… Sweat leaks thicker than blood, while your body is seeking a way to escape… The feeling of never being rescued is even more heartbreaking, someone could have saved you, but instead they chose to hide in their cowardness…. What a shame. Beauty is merely a word, while ugliness resides in every mirror. Your dreams of a blessed life starts to dim, while a doomed fate seems clearer. Life seems to slow down, while death draws nearer… Self destruction becomes a way of life; ironically it’s your only way to cry for help… Tragically, you are misunderstood as a lost soul that loves to rebel…. So instead of fighting the evil that seeks to destroy, you take the devilish spirits and make them apart of yourself. You are dismissed from the presence of any holiness, Introduced to the dark side… Your heart seeks retaliation in the worst way: HOMICIDE. Until your defeat is avenged, your heart will forever burn… You have to live with the feeling of knowing you’ve been cursed with a punishment you didn’t deserve. Your soul grows bitter… Your heart seeks to avoid feeling the misery of a lost sinner… You find a companion in drugs, and a friend in liquor…. Now you are dealt with another problem, forced to deal with the devilish feelings that these substances trigger. Revenge is what you seek, while your eyes hold the flames of death. A fantasy of evil crosses your mind, You smile…. Visions of your enemy taking their last breath. YES. …that …would …be sooooooooooo…. SWEET. Yearning to bring justice to your world of defeat…. You suddenly find yourself on your enemy’s street. This will be the night of payback, but nobody must know. So with the stealth of a ninja, you creep up and peek inside the windows of his home. The Gods must have favored you on this night, you see him in the bathroom, all alone… So vulnerable…. Just like you were. STOP. FADE TO BLACK. Suddenly you are awakened, present inside your enemy’s home. You look down and see the man that is responsible for the murder of your soul. He is lying down helplessly, spread across the floor. There are several slashes across his throat. His struggle to fight death only kills him more. Blood covers his neck, and you feel a sense of fulfillment as you watch him choke. You have finally given life to your fantasy of payback. With his last breath, a final thought reaches mind and… He realizes that he is dying right now because he took your soul. For him to feel the pain that he caused you was your only goal. The ironic reality of this tale is that by defeating me, he unintentionally killed himself… He is coming to grips with the fact that he not only killed me, but he has killed us both. How tragic that this was once a man that I called friend. How could a man say he loves you, all in pretend? I showed him the truest love, and in return he made my soul descend. His loyalty was a lie, and now I brought him to his end. I was once a good soul, hopeful in life, my life force as bright as the sun. Until the day I suffered the hand of defeat by a false friend… Betrayal and misery has given birth to the man I have become. There are many lessons to be learned from this story, but I will share with you one: You killed a man as a result of your own self hate, when all both of us really needed was Love.