frank iero stan

Survival is life so far, but how far will it come? What stops us from finally feeling complete? The time I've taken myself has left but the feeling that I may just be fine all alone. The leaves, once green, now fire red and crackle under foot as we make our way past the rotten pillars of our past discretions. I need this to be over. I know that now. Holding on to cold hands and sunken eyes, having held the same charms that once lived. I am fast approaching my rebirth. No more childish dreams, no more adolescent desires, no more breath of fresh air. Leave me to my work. I am now like all the others. My love and my hate for you are infinite.

Now I walk through this hideous world without fear of regret. I shall consume the hate that consumes me. Let me wash away my pain and mistrust in the tears of those foolish enough to get in my way. I shall cut off the hand at the wrist and fear is no longer my master. None can be better, none will be stronger, and no one will hold judgement over my head, for I am a beacon, a forest fire, a tired heart set ablaze, and a smoldering ember in the darkness that surrounds us all. This is my passion. This is my calling. This is my prison. This is me. My love and my hate for you are infinite.