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To see and hear only perfection in them.
To lose all sense of time.
You see them and instantly are happy.
When you talk to them it makes you never want it to end.
And to look at them and think, "I love him or her so much, id do anything for them."
My friends... This is what it's like to fall in love.
Emotionless, in pain it's not mundane
It's insane, where is all the shame
I'm not to blame, so where's my fame
I came into this world full of life and wonder
Just to have it all torn asunder
To be dragged under with the roar of thunder
Buried up to my neck, to be kept in check
All but broken, I remained outspoken
Weeks gone by the toll of a token, I remained unbroken
Walked on, spat on, ****** and shat on
Slowly, sanity left as if taken by theft
Dying inside and out looking worse than a trout
Suddenly, a speck of rust, breaks away all of the dust
Surely this must be a chance to get a glance of a new freedom
So I stand without a demand, not giving a ****
Few words go through what remains of my own brain
Emotionless, in pain, not mundane, just insane there is no blame for not having shame in any sort of fame
To know oneself is to know ones' soulmate
To love another is to love oneself
Here one sits, as he writes knowing only that the soul, his wolf has but one to hold above all else
The wolf knows only one love, one home
He protects this home, this love through all without thought, without shame
For the mate of ones' soul is much more than love
The mate of ones' soul is half of the whole
The lock to the key, edge to the blade, handle to the shield
A moment without the other half is an eternity of torture
An eternity with the whole is but a fleeting moment that one wishes will never end
So let this moment of eternal torture pass and let the fleeting moment of wholeness heaven begin as the day fades to night
A wolf named Kaos runs to and fro'
Howling and bellowing this wolf needs his home
Unlike Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
Kaos lives on his love and home, far from being alone
The wolf named Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
The wolf named Kaos needs his love, and needs his home.

— The End —