so the spear burns right through my chest.

The spears has struck me, sliced and burnt its firey hot blade through the flesh and bone of my chest. Burning and damaging one forever. 

How dos't one stand again and again? It used to be out of stubbornness That one would get up and fight, trudge along with these spears sticking through ones burnt and partly destroyed soul and body.

The pain is almost unbearable yet easily concealed because of the past experience. The past holds not only it's own spears but death and mass destruction.

So the current pains are easily extinguished by the blood and spoils of the last 

war which consumed not only one's mind, body and soul. But ones sanity aswell.

How can one forever stand again and again?

Is this not madness? Is this not stupidity?

Sometimes it is thought that this is strength, but is strength not being able to push aside these

wounds and heal? For the strength one is currently is accused of is not that. One's second face is that which creates such illusion to the outsider.

The distinguished and yet so randomly placed heart that was left to rot in a concrete block, pushed itself out for one last breath of love. And instead it was pierced by yet another spear.

For this reason, why enter in to any sort of bond?

For it is that same bond that might kill your mind, soul and body.

Ultimately cause a cease in existence.