Scream

There are times, Lucifer, when I wonder as to why? What have I done to warrant the wrath of the fates that they delight in my pain? I would tear apart flesh and blood to remove the offending sections, stop the power of thought, hurl defiance at the air, but what would be the point? To bring myself to permanent residence in your company is something to attain, but not yet. Not when I cannot guarantee that the way of getting there would achieve its purpose. For to have the possibility of futility for ever is not something to deliberately seek. I can only hope that the times of frustrated anger will continue to decrease, there is hope that the light at the end of the tunnel is not just your presence to take me home soon.