We have been armored with resentment, bred from dust and trained to perfection.
Nothing can touch us. Nothing can hurt us. We've meticulously constructed walls of angst in our only source of comfort - Pain.
We know no fear, we'll never be broken, beaten or scarred.
We do not feel, for we have been numbed by emotions of despondency.
We are ruthless inhumane, we are the creatures that reside in hellholes, we are the shadows that ominously lurk in the darkness, we are our demons, exposed.