• The fire
    He cried out in agony as his own hatred and lust clouded his vision in a bright firey red haze
    He had to stop the battle that raged inside of him.
    He had to stop the fighting.
    He fought for what seemed like centeries.
    When the war was over , he opened his eyes and saw his silver lining. . . . to others it might have looked more like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. . . . . he saw his little piece heaven, his angel, and his gift from god. . . .his world.
    This girl had been sent to him from above, he didn't know what he had ever done to deserve her but she was here and she was his, and he was her's, and he would never take that for granted.

    He would give his angel the world,

    or die trying.