There is a sound carried by a whisper of wind
The crunch of bone, snapping of tendons
Blood amongst bone white teeth
None see past the wolf to the soul within
Thoughts of malice, heart of obsidian
A monster not born of the earth
And yet the weary soul
With the hunger growing old
Fell for another beating heart
Only to cruelly tear it apart
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
