They always say the worst monsters are the ones we bring with us, and belief can bring salvation or destruction. To some extent I suppose both are true, I always believed that their was good in everyone. Even if it was small it was still there. And you can guess how well that turned out for me when I was walking home alone at night and got murdered by a drive by.

The monsters we bring with us are usually our vendetta’s, hatred, and of course wrath. Those simple words mean so much more when you use them to hurt innocent people, and for what?