Stay Hungry.

Grasp sand and let it trickle down your fingers. Grasp iron and feel the chill down to the spine. Upon the dusty racks and bars, lays a reflection upon a mirror. A familiar stranger. Upon him is the pain that he has set himself against. The clock is ticking but the time stops for him. All eyes tracks his decent. Like a wolf, a dedicated hunter, his concentration is unbreakable when unleashed. His will is of forged steel. A mastery of dedication, discipline and hunger. His might is unparalleled. He is of selfless - Faceless - void to his existence to his world. On isolation in an inland of pain lays his fortitude, his ignorance. Perhaps His downfall. He tears himself apart only to pick up the pieces again.

He came from pain, regrets and Betrayal. He is unforgiven, unforgettable and from that, he built himself. Pain fills him but he fights back with strength. The more it hurts, the harder he pushes. Enclosing him is a caged of subtle strength.He shall break free. Towards the horizon of another destination. To the path of strength and honour. To relive the dreams that he once sought after. Perhaps he is a man better left alone. Where his smiles is of a stage and that his happiness is subjective.

A born killer. Cold, heartless and holds no remorse. His mission maketh him. Unsentimental. Lifeless. There's no place for him in this cold war. His lost yet on a stern ground.

kudos amigos.