One eye remained as the other bled
staining the floor with crimson red.
A yellow orb that reflects the light,
the other no more, lost in a fight.
The one eyed wolf is in my dreams,
but when I see him I never scream.
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Emoetry
PoetryYeah..."poetry" aka my inner emo coming out in the form of rhymes. Along with random thoughts and dreams turned into poetic words.
