…
With faith burning bright,
I rise at last—
smiling, fearless, unstoppable.
The scars remain,
but they shine like armor.

I will walk forward,
for I have conquered the Devil,
and the night sky
belongs to me.

…
So I lift my head to the horizon.
And there—
through the smoke of ruin,
through the tears and exhaustion—
a radiant dawn breaks.

Light bursts wide across the sky,
washing away the shadows,
unfolding a new world
where hope does not tremble,
but soars.
…

…
Yes, the night is long,
its teeth gnawing at my spirit,
but I know it is not forever.
This agony is a passage,
a transition carved in blood and fire.
It cannot bind me
if I hold to the dream
of what lies beyond.
…

…
These trials, merciless as they are,
burn away my weakness
and drive me deeper into myself.
In the ashes of my suffering,
I sense a hidden spark—
the seed of potential,
a power coiled and waiting.
From this furnace,
I will break out
not as a victim,
but as one who dares to fight back.
…

…
Every breath feels borrowed,
every step trembles on the edge
of collapse.
The shadows whisper of surrender,
of letting the darkness swallow me whole.
But I refuse.
I insist on standing,
though the earth beneath me
tries to drag me under.
…

…
I am a husk,
an echo of willpower
dragged through endless gray.
Exhaustion is not the end—
it is the constant companion,
the whisper that tells me:
“Lie down, give in,
there is nothing left to rise for.”

…from my hard life,
but the weight is not muscle,
not bone.

It gnaws deeper,
from the restless mind,
the overburdened brain,
the spirit that cannot rest
no matter how still I sit.
…

…
I cannot distinguish
whether this heaviness
comes from my frail body
or from the silent wounds of my spirit.

In Doom City,
where laughter is a counterfeit coin,
nothing cheers me.
The air itself rots,
and my soul decays with it.
Yes—
I am exhausted…

…
Suicide? I was naked, bound with hemp ropes, my feet shackled with a heavy chain, and my mouth pried open by that device. I was fixed in the middle of the room……

… I felt like I was nothing more than a toy he played with—when a toy becomes broken, its owner throws it into the trash. Yet I still insisted to myself that I was human, not a toy. I had self-esteem.
…

…
All suffering may be bearable
for the faint,
but for me—
no more.
I would rather split the heavens
with a scream of defiance
than whisper another prayer
to the walls of this endless hell.

…
So hear me, Doom City:
I will not bow,
I will not smile beneath your ridicule.
I will climb through fire,
wade through blood,
and if the Devil waits on the throne,
I will tear him from it
with the last strength I have.
…

…
Perhaps in doing so
I will break,
perhaps heaven will claim me early.
Yet what is death in heaven
compared to a lifetime in hell?

Better to burn in the light
than crawl forever in shadow.
Better to die with my teeth bared
than live with my spirit shackled.
…

…But now,
I no longer wish to bear the weight.
The chains gnaw my skin,
the silence crushes my lungs.
Enough.
To revenge, to strike,
to cast the Devil out—
this is the only path
that might still carve a future
from the ruins of despair.
…

…
I’ve tolerated
the unjust and the absurd,
the cruel theater of lawless shadows,
the endless parade of masks.
I have lived with my dog-face,
mocked, cornered,
dragged through streets of derision.
For too many nights,
I told myself: endure, endure.
…

…
If sorrow dims your radiant bark,
I’ll call the dawn to lift the dark.

But do not eat the silver bride,
The moon, in her grace, must still abide.
The lunar eclipse is your silent bite,
And I, a child of her tender light……