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This is my last poem. My last mystery to the world. Remember me. In the next lifetime i will return. And the world shall recognize what was once a legend. I feel like this is the space between heaven and hell. In front of me lies the door to a "normal" life but all i see is failure. If i leave i give into the pressures aroumd me and then where would i be? A lifeless doll living a planned life. Though the suffering i kno seems eternal i kno its better than what tempts me every waking moment. My love is falling into it and as i try to pull it out it struggles and sucks me down further into it. I hate it and love it. We hate it and love it. Im on the brink of heaven but so close to hell. If this is eternity strike me with a stake and cut my burned remains. Allies or enemies. You cant really tell. Thats the nightmare of it. As soon as you think you made a friend you find out theyre a stuffed doll. The only real people are the people who hate you. The voices whisper to me that things will get better. I hear them but i know that as long as breathing air on enemy soil im as good as dead already. In this i know that im alone with myself. And the voices.