There was a cold fire in its eyes that night. I have known it for long enough to know it has changed and that the same fire in its eyes consumed it that night. This being that stood in front of me talked with a surreal growl lurking beneath his voice. This being has changed from a calm, saddened, yet loving creature to a rage filled, stained, primitive monster. The same warm gray eyes now completely charred spoke of the action before it happened. The blow hurt my confidence and trust more than the two sore points on left on my chest. As I sped down the dark road away from the beast I remember the boy he once was.
A boy that was put through torture that might as well have been chains and whips.
A boy that blocked out everyone and relied on liquid fire and miniature mind altering matter.
A boy that was my boy
Is this new born beast still my boy?
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