I close my eyes amidst the darkness as the hums of silence whisper in my ears. But I paid no heed to them for all I wanted to hear was the beating of my heart as it sings its melancholic requiem not for those who rest in peace but for my soul that is slowly and excruciatingly withering away...

My soul is dying.... deep within this temple of flesh and bones, I embrace the darkness and curse the light. The darkness these past few days has become my only company. Its pitch black essence gives condolence to my dying spirit. It covers the harsh world that haunts my every memory, giving me the peace I need to search deep inside as I linger in my oblivion.

All I have now is my heart that is pure. Cleansed by virtue, enlightened by wisdom, but bleeding because of love. Mourning for the irony that befell him for pain striked him at the moment of his rebirth. While back then, as it floated in a dank pool of corruption, it enjoyed the joys and pleasures of a malicious heart wallowing in its own filth, but it wasn't right... it just wasn't right. So I made a choice and I chose virtue but it always had the price of pain and suffering. So here I am, with a bleeding heart and a dying soul, embracing the darkness...

But I must stay strong... even though He punished me, I will STILL fulfill the purpose that He gave. A wall is useless if it's not sturdy for it will crumble down at the slightest gust of the weakest tempest. I must be strong for the poeple that I protect within my four walls (courage, wisdom, justice, and temperance) of virtue.I must continue to be the obstacle for all the flawed elements that will try to harm them.