Finding Peace

what doesnt kill me makes me stronger.
I wont do this any longer,
my punishment is my life,
peace comes by way of the scythe.
I cant see in the dark,
and the light burns my eyes.
Im allergic to joy,
and I refuse to cry.
Im the pilot of my life,
flight six sixty-six.
I'll drive it into the ground,
and I'll look back... but I will not frown