The Means Of Survival

I was set alone to walk this path..So dark and utterly desolate...At times i was engulfed in wrath...But i decided to resign it to fate.My dreams lay upon my feet,shattered....My visions for tomorrow,blurred....Ambitions were merely a vestige of former selves,all so tattered....But yet,after all this,my soul refused to be stirred.....I had seen this,long ensuing....The grim and swarthy future, inevitable.....But i knew from within,this wouldnt be my undoing......I knew i had enough left for one more fight,enough to turn the table.....The thirst for challenges had perished eras ago,The bloodlust of battle had slept...How had i changed to be someone i hardly know.....Introspected and bitterly wept,But tears werent all that would sufficeBlood and sweat needed to flow too...Only then would i triumph in this conflict....But triumph against who???It was a battle like no other....me against the demons of my mind.....alone i had go on,sans another....to slay some of my own kind.......It was the face-off for my survival...so that i may flourish.....at the cost of countless others....who,sadly would need to perish....Remorse crept into my wonted heart...How i wish it hadnt happened this way.....but then i couldnt keep them apart....In my paths they would always hold sway......When it was all over....I remained behind,surviving and satisfied.....pleased with just a single thing in my mind.....they had a chance to fight,of that they werent denied......