We all have problems we would rather bury than deal with them.  We put them in a hole, cover them in dirt, and think we can forget them.  But it’s like the Tell-Tale Heart, we fixate on that hole, we hear

Doom sits in the middle of the ring, inside Olympus. Everyone has gone. He is alone with his thoughts. [Doom] Pain comes in many forms. [Doom] There’s the physical and the mental. [Doom] I sit here in both. Tonight was my opportunity to

I awaken with a gasp. The air feels somewhat heavier this time. The 5th time. There's nothing. Nothing but my own rushing thoughts. With my eyes I see bleak darkness, but in my mind I see my memories come flooding. I have relived

There is a great journey to behold, one that sees its fair share of danger. It inevitably involves an ascension, a climb to step out of where we once were to get somewhere beyond. This is by no means an easy