The Sons of Satin

Misery, sorrow, pain; These are life's black emotions. I cannot foresee the deliverance of happiness. I am surrounded by the darkness of such horrible feelings. Eternally, I suffer because I am limited. Externally, I watch heartbroken from the consequences of these black demons. A wish to end a valuable gift shoots these brothers into my heart. I crave to be a healer; to have the power to mend a broken heart. I watch. I watch powerless and helpless. I am not granted the ability to be the savior that I long to be. I want others completely happy. But am I willing to sacrifice my happiness; the opportunity to be content in this lifetime?