You know what its like being a grown man brought to his knees? The stench of defeat. Theres nothing like it accept maybe the smell of death. Strong, tough, loving, protective, forced to abandon it all. Forced to the ground. Forced to a shrinking cage. I am enraged. I wait silently, in Complete silence, for that perfect moment. The one where i break the chains and shred this tiny cage. The breathe is slow, it is steady, it is simple. I am alive, i am fully alive. As long as i breathe be afraid. I will taste victory once again. Be afraid. Freedom is all i see.
