nostalgia........

you'll find me as the time-bomb. As the last great stand in this history.
7 years ago, he was lost. then he was found. and for some reason through a better channel to express everything negative. where a boy was killed came the man that killed him. where he learned to say the things about him the right way even if they werent his own words. they saved him, shaped him, helped him grow. then came his war with love and a vengence that would soon become unstoppable. the man became a beast. 1 name. jane doe.

i search to show you just how far i broke from myself
5yrs ago at this time his eyes and my fists were closed. his badge was an open palm showing scars on the wrist, and his anthems were 2 minute songs with inaudible sentences and a vengence against any and all that went unmatched for many months. theres so much he can remember being at that time. and all he remembers is a cold snap and the dead weight of past ghosts lifted. all he rememberes is a never ending tempest that took many lives and broke many strong willed spirits. 3 words. you fail me.

hit the lights, just hit the lights. i dont care anymore.
and the test of time came with his heroes, they stayed unlike so many others after he killed the man he once was, became the beast, and returned the man he is. he didnt like what they did after the scars and the anthems. but he wont lie, the next story told didnt tell much of him. it still put those sparks of life in him. where one chapter ends, another begins. the story still spoke to him, but didnt hold the weight of the world he was in. the beast was resting, the man could live finally. the man could return and be him again. 2 words. no heroes.

today, his vengence qwelled. the beast rests. for now. those heroes come back again with a new story. they bring new sparks of life to the resting beast. they can awaking a sleeping beast. but only the beast can become the fear and absolute hatred of the people he struck those same traits into. the beast that was gorging on the suffering the man was given. the hatred the man turned into his fists and unleashed onto the world that scarred him so many years. the hatred, pain, and weight of the ghosts that the man turned into himself to become the beast.

that beast awoke a few months ago. a cold dish was brought to his nose. the beast knew what it was. he knew its taste. and he took to the dish with a slow intent of enjoying every morsel of it. the beast came back, and was later subdued by his own choice. the beast has been lying in wait. awake, but waiting. he grows each day waiting to strike, to become those broken hearts that the man swore he would defend, to ingest the weight the ghosts have placed on him like its another meal. he hears the song that was the battle horn, he knows the feeling he got then. its the same one he feels now.

the man never let go of the beast. still occasionally he would become the beast. while the man is realistic about the changes and the temperence he has learned. he knows that the beast can be killed. he knows the beast is wounded. but he knows the beast has rested long enough and will come back again. all it takes is time. the beast almost made a strike and something stopped it.

what does the next story tell? what will happen with the man who has the balance between himself and the beast? 3 words. axe to fall.