Self destructive… I’ve driven to the edge of hell and back many times. I seduced death but for some reason death past on the opportunity. What? Am I not good enough for you. Swollen and bruised fist and powder burns I’ve Fought the toughest warriors of my times of war for peace. I cant cope with others knowing that I’m a savage deep down inside. Do I even have a heart? Can I have compassion for human life for war is all I know best and love has never been kind to me. No felicity in me at all just locked doors and shackles cuffing my heart to a stone pillar of a destructive war path. My heart is burning in flames.