• there are days, when all my lifeforce is at odds with the very nature of existance, but I prevail, for it is the life of the human to live in torment - Those days that torment me, I didn't live them, another in my stead did, one who was me, but was not me. One who endured the pain, and I was left shielded by him.

    There are days, when all my pride is stripped away, and all the world loves me. Those days, are the days I lived, but not alone, for he was there, my darkness, my shadow, he i shielded from the light, as he did I for the shadow. We are divided but not alone. Those days, are the days I lived.

    There are days, when both rain and shine are upon the same face, those are the days we both lived. One for sorrow, one for joy; one for anger, the other for love.

    There are days, when neither good nor evil calls me, those days, we didn't live. For we were alive but not at work, bone but not muscle. Those days, are the worst of the lot, for neither can shield the other from what doesn't exist, and we weaken. Torment or happiness either way we grow, but in neturality we die.