I stand on the edge of [bad word]  [bad word] by the warmth I most desire. I will not fall prey to love of a human kind. For love is weakness. Love is the fall of every man. Take this heart you've claimed, and as it numbs your hands know the flame is dead and will no longer burn. This body will never pain again. This mind knows no wound. Though I am of flesh this flesh will not consume me as it has destroyed so many before. This body will never pain again. This mind knows no wound. The flame is dead, left only with ashes of memories that renew my faith in hate, and my faith in myself. Nothing can break me. This heart remains free from the burden of love yet this heart will be substained. No hope. [bad word]  I fill my heart with strength.