Why doesn't life run with me? Why does it always drag me the other way?
I try to write
But I cannot
For comes a time that my confusion
Join together and sit,
Weighing me down
Daring me to write.
I defy you, malignant being,
Foul, bottomless feeling of failure.
For I will write forever more,
And there's naught you can do about it.
Nor any kind of frustration
Will hold me ransom and steal away my light.
Because I have more to live for
Than be a servant to your will.
"This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do."
I have posted this with the permission of Hellboy.