There's a place called paradise, somewhere down the broken road of men, women, hearts, and everything that ever lived. I walk down this path knowing my fate is to eventually fall like every person. In my mind I walk with nothing but my guns, my sword, and all the compainions that dare to walk beside me as demons chase me, begging me to give in. I feel like I'm fighting an army with a toothpick; the depression, the distance between me and people who love me, day to day stress, and more. Something may be wrong with me, I might be stupid or brave, maybe I'm really that strong, or I could just be cocky. I'll go headfirst into hell over and over again to get one step closer out of this hell. Some days I want to drop, others I wish someone would start a fight with me, and even I feel like giveing life to a complete stranger... I face devils of greed, sloth, wrath, and others every day. I'm going to walk though this path, a sword in my hand and guns on my back, and I'll get beat to a bloody pulp, I'll face my inner demon, I'll probably seemingly die a few times but I'll do it all with a smile on my face, bloody teeth and all. If I'm not a soldier for takeing the abuse of life, then what am I? What are you? Remember everyone, walk your path, not someone elses... Especialy my path, I tend to walk into brick walls on purpose :/