7.- Asura
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We all have a demon inside us. Some more then others.
I knew I had one too, I just didn´t know it was that strong. I could have guessed, but, maybe, deep down I didn´t care.
It was obvious something had triggered it. I think it was when he insulted her. It was strange, I don´t know whether I did it out of respect for her or for my captain, I don´t know whether I did it at all.
Normally, I´d train, make it stronger, grow to controll it. But something inside me tells me that, just this once, its best to have no knowledge or controll over ones actions and let destiny take the reins of my life once more.
I knew I had one too, I just didn´t know it was that strong. I could have guessed, but, maybe, deep down I didn´t care.
It was obvious something had triggered it. I think it was when he insulted her. It was strange, I don´t know whether I did it out of respect for her or for my captain, I don´t know whether I did it at all.
Normally, I´d train, make it stronger, grow to controll it. But something inside me tells me that, just this once, its best to have no knowledge or controll over ones actions and let destiny take the reins of my life once more.
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8.-Scars
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They were always there, more company then my shadow ever was.
I look at them and remember. Remember the fights I won, and the one I lost...
But that scar also speaks, it doesn´t tell its story, though. It tells me to get stronger, it reminds me of my promise.
I see it, running from my collarbone to my hip, devouring my body, claiming my every strength and asking, yet, for more. More strength, more skilll. Laying there, biting into me, it mocks my every effort and victory.
I look at it again, along with my other scars, and listen to them all together. They all tell the same story, just in different words, from different points of view, they all tell the story of my life.
I look at them and remember. Remember the fights I won, and the one I lost...
But that scar also speaks, it doesn´t tell its story, though. It tells me to get stronger, it reminds me of my promise.
I see it, running from my collarbone to my hip, devouring my body, claiming my every strength and asking, yet, for more. More strength, more skilll. Laying there, biting into me, it mocks my every effort and victory.
I look at it again, along with my other scars, and listen to them all together. They all tell the same story, just in different words, from different points of view, they all tell the story of my life.
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9.- Contradiction
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He makes me feel weak and strong. He´s the reason I live, and the only way I mean to die.
He becomes everything and emptyness in one, showing me mercy and torture at once, in one smoothe movement. I soon realise I´m not dead, that his sword barely slit my ribs. Its the pain for her, her and my new captain, along with my own self-hate and weakness I cry out of.
I haven´t failed, but I haven´t won. I´ve turned into a separate entity, the meaning of my life only being to overcome him. I´m the only man alive with a time-bomb inside me, created by him and his power, that´ll kill me the second I lose to him again.
A time-bomb that´ll grow with each effort and every second. A time-bomb called hope.
He becomes everything and emptyness in one, showing me mercy and torture at once, in one smoothe movement. I soon realise I´m not dead, that his sword barely slit my ribs. Its the pain for her, her and my new captain, along with my own self-hate and weakness I cry out of.
I haven´t failed, but I haven´t won. I´ve turned into a separate entity, the meaning of my life only being to overcome him. I´m the only man alive with a time-bomb inside me, created by him and his power, that´ll kill me the second I lose to him again.
A time-bomb that´ll grow with each effort and every second. A time-bomb called hope.
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