a lone wolf does not attribute its survival to any other living creature -
no pack, no home,
was ever truly its own.
every hunt was his,
every meal a personal achievement.
victory! glory!
only till the next hunger pang hits,
satisfaction oh so brief.
always hungry,
glint in his eye,
contemplating, fantasizing,
about the next time he would wallow in bloody ecstasy.
do you retch in disgust?
do you gasp in horror,
at this perplexing atrocity-
murder of innocents?
or are you considering empathy,
forgiveness even,
for could you ever truly blame him?
do you have the right?
he only ever paid heed to his instincts
even as he stood, breathing heavily,
gazing intently at his reflection
in a pool of red.
[I was always my worst nightmare.]
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Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...
