My heart may be working in the sense that it pumps blood around my body to keep me alive, but it’s dead in the sense that it doesn’t feel. It doesn’t feel anything other than darkness. There is no light. I don’t deserve light. To be the beast in the boxing ring, the enforcer on the streets, I can’t allow light into my life. I crave the darkness. But I’m fucking taking it anyway, even if it is just for one night.
