UntitledOh, warrior of the ancient order,tell me how you were wounded.Your limbs are heavy as lead,forcing you to crawl in disgrace.The spear you have is onlydead weight, dragged behind.No longer able to even flyaway with dignity and skill.The eldest general,the skilled assassin,the crazed destroyers,and even the coldest murderers...They all take something fromyour kind, mystic creation.A swarm,or aloneinstills fear into many...For you are a wasp.
Whatam I to you?To me, you are a goddess,A symbolPeaceStability...Love...You are the reason I rise above everythingand stay from the vices of my past.I do not stray the path to you,in order to keep you happy.Or so I thought.I listen to you,always trying to help.Didn't work apparently.You are why I'm still breathing,even to this day.Not enough.I will follow you to the endsof the world.And of our lives.But that doesn't stop you,Does it?Is it because I don't show mydedication the way you wish?What you mean to mein some other form?What do I have to do,to show you I'm worthy?Worthy of being mor
hgfdGrowing laughterMutating visionHe wants out. More freedom.Clawing at me,raking my insidesreaching the surface.Cause painhurt themriptearbleedpieces offleshboneorganall aroundShit...Getting bad again...why can't it leave me alone?!why me?no Escapesafetysilent paintortureagonyNo Hopegive inlet the numb come once more.HeHeHeHeH...LeT ThE FuN BeGiN