The rough feeling of bone danced in my hands,

A loud, terrifying thought.

Had I done this?

Had I, of all people

Break who this man used to be?

Beat him so bloody, that he couldn't remember his name?

Break him so far where he wanted to hurt others?

Push him to the point where he was then alone?

That-- Was not me

But the voices in my head that were telling me to stop

To end the pain that resonated from my soul.

That pushed me so far, that I couldn't handle it.

I remember this

As my father cries and my mother rejoices.

As I feel myself lowering

To the point of no return.