Why do we strive to prove, we rebel to prove we can do more, and we fight to prove where we are right, we are born for death yet we long to prove our imortality, why? We do as we wish for the simple reason that rebellion is in our blood and it can not be drained, no matter how many times we are cut, and no matter how many scars we have. We hold life in our hands while we are shackled by the inevitability of death. We hide behind walls of darkness while under the light, but the light is ever fading and the dark is ever consuming, rebel after the light and choose to live until the weight of the dark is to much to bare.