Dreams are strange things, almost as strange as the coin I spun in my palm. Puzzling, how such a small insignificant object can be so enthralling and uncloaked in mystery. That's valuable to me very valuable.as I pulled myself up my numb face was greeted with a cutting harsh wind.the stabbing pain in my left arm had not subsided, vandals sons o bitches put a blade to me as soon as i stepped in there. its all fine in my eyes were both fighting a war for the next man, lets just say IT wont be fighting anymore. i tire of our petty existence cowering behind our falling walls, the light is our only hope he said. i don't think the speaker holds his words so dearly anymore, i have discovered... Other ways around the light. The thing is I have survived without a ghost for years now, scouring each and every planet for something, something to keep me going. The light looks to me as a stranger now I can turn it a blind eye. I let just enough darkness in , bend it for my intentions. Sometimes I hear it getting to my head the raw evil the thing their so scared of . Maybe it is in my head waiting. 18293# I stand here alone for now I stand here as an act of rebellion. I am no longer a mere guardian I am more than that. My hand cannon stands as my companion i stand here alone, i stand here defiant