Sad souls are weak enough to kill. Fighting for that urge to live or survive is what makes us human, pain in sorrow breaks us free from our humanity in brings out the other side. Like a full moon just on the inside, the only glimmer of light you know won't leave in your darkest hour, as your sins and regrets whisper demons show there selves, truly understand your enemy in defeat them in in that vary moment love them. Facing yourself can be one of the hardest things to do, hurt enough people you love, in that train will come sooner then later. If you can dream you've been sent a hand to pull you out your prison , if not you still got a ways to go to get your wings. Don't let your demons take you to hell introduce them to heaven.