Those old familiar feelings

Of hatred, it is my life to drown in a sea of rage and blood. Or maybe simply to grow gills and breathe the intoxicating madness of contempt and adrenaline that embodies my rage. Anything can be a positive force, even a negative emotion can drive people to achieve great things. It's all about perception, and I see anger as a fuel to feed the fire of will that resides within me.

A friend of mine once put it something like this: "We are the trees that grow and bear fruit in the lifeless desert made of cold stone. That which would break most people simply drives us more strongly onward, that's what separates us from them."

My name is Keith, it means "From the battlefield" and that's exactly what I am.