Love And AffectionYou give affection when your in love.
But what is love?
Is it happiness?
Is it like faith?
Something rare and foreign?
I thought I had it.
The meaning and the feeling in my paw,
Where I could poke it and talk to it as though an understanding lost piece of myself.
But maybe it was affection.
Maybe the warm wound that I constantly consold,
Was nothing more then an oozing-infectious mess.
And instead of licking my wound and letting it heal.
I did what i always do,
Maybe the poisens to deep and i'll never be able to change my understanding of it.
Maybe it's killing me...
But i'll stand and wait till one of them overcomes me and I meet my fate.
Hunt For ParadiseDon't leave the whitewolf in the rain,
Howling your name,
Or she'll run to the Purple Forest Filled With Toxic Mushrooms,
In search of Paradise.
Leaving you for the blood-thirsty mortals,
Thier jealousy sergis within them as they hunt the only noble creatures on this earth.
The ones who know the location of the One True Heaven,
The Flower leads us,
Follow her scent...
The whitewolf is howling,will you search?
Looking Down On HellAs I look down on hell,
I see that we're all going there,
Except for the true wolves who will go on to Paradise.
And the ones who helpe4d may go to heaven.
Never again shall we have to bare the strain of the chains the Master holds.
They will break under the wolves strength.
Wolves Will Survive The EndRun and hide from the Darkness that comes.
The ones that run get killed...
The ones who hide are eaten...
Do you wish to live?..
Join the wolves,the ones who survive...
Give your skin up for fur.
Your teeth for fangs.
I will live.
For I am a Wolf and will stand.
We are the ones the True Gods have chosen.
Holding BreathIt only hurts when I breath,
So I hold my breath,
'Till I can't see,
Then I open my eyes,
When I see the moon,
Waiting for the pain to take my breath away,
UntitledThe same things happen every day.
A repeat of the moments in life youve already had.
The boredom of life has made me want to see whats on the other side of that sky so bad.
Ive never understood this test we must all take to get to our Paradise.
When all the things you do, dont matter in the end, the people you love will eventually die.
All the pain you receive in this life is overwhelming, and the little joy you receive will never recompencate the pain that youve felt, you can go emo, cry keep it to your self, take all the pills to get numb...
But the pain will still be there.
A haunting presence you cant exercise....Death, the only escape, we fear.
And if it is not fear that keep us planted in this world, then it is love.
And love is the slowest form of suicide...
A slow intoxicating drowning feeling...
But when the intoxication finally stops my breathing....
The pain will finally go away, letting me be free.
The true peace.
Shadow Lullabywhen the Shadow-People have whispered their last lullaby,
That no mortal can hear,
The curtains fall and we all slumber till the call of the white owl.
Black-Eyeslook at her, fur matted from abuse.
she's the product of a broken home.
do us all a favor and black her eyes.
take her out of this world,
no one will cry,
no one cares.