The pain helps, sometimes. It tells me the truth, the fragile claim that I'm still human. The thought that I, this bag of meat and bones, am still important, that I'm someone. Rage and the burning fire of hate, keep my fading flame live. The love and the passion, that seem to be a distant dream, keep my hope in a tormenting wishful thinking. My soul, if there ever was one, screams in silence for help, as sorrow has washed...
It is said That the wolf Is an omen A evil spirit A creature who Hunts for the kill And only the kill I might suppose so But who really Knows Perhaps it is just Angry Maybe in search of Something more The wolf Came upon An act so cruel It haunts the wolf And makes it Kill Because that is The only way It can forget
Where to begin, I really don't know.The start is too far and so is the end.I told you the truth from the very beginning.I told you what I saw in you, the good and the bad.I offered you my friendship and my most valuable time. I told you not use your spells on me, for your master's magic shall not work, if only you saw what I see.For hours you'd whisper and then you'd moan.While I simply accepted my fate.Testing my patienc...
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Thump…. Thump.... Thump…Thump. If only my heart could beat a little quieter, a little slower or maybe, just fucking maybe, stop altogether. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t hear me, with any luck, my footsteps would be gone, my existence washed away with the rain and any possible scent long flooded down the drain. I shook from both cold and shock, I couldn’t see anything and I was overwhelmingly glad of the subtle fact, ra...
