He had fought for himself.
He had fought for a better future.

The black eagle was struggling for a long, long time.
Drowning in blood.
He screamed.
He screamed.
He could not stop.

He started to become insane.
He, who is now no longer a human being, sinks in his own mind.
That crazy mind, where no one can imagine how malicious it is.
The smell of the fire on battle fields.
The smell of the blood when tearing a person to pieces.
The sound of the screams from the enemy. 

He.

Loves it.

He gets more attached to it.
He cannot get it out of his head.
Nights by nights.
Days by days.

It's not enough.
It' will never be enough.

No one.
No one can drag him out.

He is, helpless. 

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Credit: in the comment (later)