360th Post

I clench my fists.

Till the nails cut into the flesh.

I grit my teeth.

Till the teeth cuts the flesh of my tongue.

My tired and breaking body.

Bearing all the pain and agony.

The wounds.

Heal only to be re-opened.

Alcohol.

A mere temporary escape.

Countless wars i have fought.

Countless wars i have just barely won.

But will this be the one war.

That will hand me.

The mark of destruction.

A caged animal exists.

Fighting the bars that restrain it.

Eventually.

The bars restraining the animal.

Will be broken.

And the animal released.

Not even Samael.

Nor god himself.

Will save the soul.

That blocks my path.

Of wrathful destruction.