Are you happy wife?

I have lain down my pen for the sword.

My hands stained with blood instead of ink.

My signature etched in flesh and bone.

More permanent than any script.

Some people look to me in admiration.

Others only see my horrific side.

My mind is filled with calculations.

The most efficient way to destroy life.

I am no longer surrounded by fragrant flowers.

Ghosts of the slain have taken their place.

The scholar is no longer satisfied with his books.

The warrior is wilting under peace.

Gone are the words of wisdom.

The very essence of my life.

I have taken your cause to heart.

Destroyed who I am inside.

Do you look at me with pride?

Or, do your eyes glitter with pity?

This is what you could have become.

Your nightmares eating you alive.

Guilt consuming what is left of your soul.

Seeing fear and disdain in your fellow man's eyes.

Are you happy wife?