Stand firm

Stand firm in your belifes… one who would dare snare or belifes is a true enemy… instead of looking for a belife to uphold… I was looking for an enemy. I wage a war with no other then myself. How weak have I became? Standing close… stagiring away… Dreams born of realities decay… a dismale embrace as my nightmares play. With little left to say. I question everything of myself. My past, presten, and future choices. My belifes. Even my existance. So much pain so much despair for I have hit the tarp of dirt… an earthly tomb, a grave of emotions. At one time… I feared nothing… I felt no pain, no love, no compasion, only hate… now I fear what I desire the most.