The blood, smoke and pain
It brought endurance like nothing else, merged with my steely will, it made me what i sought.
No, it didn’t, not really, not yet.
I feel this is nothing yet, nothing compared to what it could be, this is only the beginning, my beginning.
Everytime i breath i feel pain.
The tickling sensation, endless needles piercing every muscle and bone in my body, endless…
Like a fire that keeps burning with nothing but fuel and wood… no, thats wrong.
A furnace, a furnace that’s always searing, it forges me, I forge me.
My blood, red, still red.
I bleed and then i stop, i see red, i see red, i still see red.
I still have the marks, two snake marks on my neck, i felt the poison enter me, that tickling sensation.
Then came the pain, followed by steam and smoke, the forge was lid, and like bathing in lava, my skin was seared.
But instead of becoming fuel to the furnace, i was forged anew, better, whole. But not perfect, not yet.