Break My Fall

<p>Violence. I'm addicted to it. It's how I feel alive. It's the only thing that's real any more.</p><p>And now I have to sit around and discuss it like it's physics or calculus. I can't do it. I can't pretend that it's some sterile academic topic. Violence isn't sterile. It isn't calm. It's pulsing. It's alive.</p><p>It's my drug.</p><p>Until I met Abby I never wanted anything beyond the next fight. Never considered that I might finally find a way back to the land of the living.</p><p>Now? Now I find myself dreaming of a woman with golden eyes.</p><p>But I can never be with her. Because I am not whole. And I never will be again.</p><p>But I cannot stay away. And loving her might finally be what breaks me. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>