May 2013
Hungry, wolves roaming the streets.
Broken, abandoned taken into captivation.
*Hurt, fear of the unseen unheard.
Soon to be of the infinitely kindred.
I, lonely to be as a lighthouse.
Alone, a person who has no one.
A butterfly without wings;
A beautiful withered soul*.
Broken, abandoned taken into captivation.
*Hurt, fear of the unseen unheard.
Soon to be of the infinitely kindred.
I, lonely to be as a lighthouse.
Alone, a person who has no one.
A butterfly without wings;
A beautiful withered soul*.
