Danm it... Is it my will not to be peaceful? Is it my will to always manage to fall into the darkness again? Everything I do. At first I feel like I can do it, I know I can, then somehow become so dissatisfied and full of hatred and wish I never even bothered. Over and over. I fly. Then I fall. I find light only to fall, look to the heavens and cry out, and watch it fade away. I've tried. Over and over. These broken wings fail me. So let me fall. If this, my will should be. To forever fall.