I knew I was dying. I did it to myself. I saw in myself nothing worth of redemption. The sins of my misspent teenage years and adulthood compounded within me to the vile man I saw in the mirror. I hated myself and everything.
I walked into the night of his life, ready to end my miserable existence. I found that I was a coward and could not take the action necessary to bring my existence to an end. Within that night I remained for over a decade. Gradually I found myself drifting into an ocean of sorrow and self-pity, I was mourning for the child he used to be; full of wonder, full of love and selfless compassion.
I realized what had happened to myself. I gave up on love and wonder and became envious. Since I never received what I needed, what I perceived to need, I let my sins compile until my skin became the husk of the sinner that I saw in myself.
A violent storm struck the sea I was floating on. I had no idea how I was managing to stay afloat. The monsters were about to begin their f