ROAR!

The truth is a heavy load to Bear. That's why so many people lay it down, tuck it in and let it hibernate.

The truth will set you free?

I am bound and chained to the truths of my Grizzly past.

A thousand pounds of tooth and nail stalking any hopes of a quiet existence.

The bird song has stopped.

No insects are chirring.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up straight.

ROAR!

My history attacks stripping flesh from bone, soul from spirit.

The mess left to quiver and bleed, in no way resembles a man.

I pray for the stroke that kills, but this beast of my own creation only toys with me.

A wounded mouse between the claws of a mountain of guilt.

The wounded, undead shuffle carries me within clear sight of what could have been.

See my family that loves me?

They seem so real.

If only I could stay here a while.

ROAR!

The Beast holds me accountable.

Open wounds are only mirror images of the pain I've caused.

I will Never be the man who is based on what he is doing.

I will Forever be the worm based on what I have done.

It's only right, this daily disemboweled existence.

I wouldn't kill me either.

Let that coward suffer.

Oh Crap!

It's quiet again.

Time to think, time to lament, time to...

ROAR!