eXoenix:

When I do what I know is wrong, when I do what I hate, I find myself in a quandary.
I find myself thinking about my past, the things that bring me down.
They make me sick and prolong my suffering.
I hate who I have been allowing myself to become.
I have been allowing myself to slip into the person I once was.
Feelings for forgotten ones bring me nightly horrors.
Pain and discomfort that I had once left in my past, I have allowed them to resurface.
I must for once and forever walk away from that past.
To not, would equal my death.
A death that is sought after by my enemy.