Silent,
Unknown,
Waiting for the perfect time.
It's victim unaware,
Until the moment right before it attacks.
It rips it's teeth into it's victim,
Eating away at it's victims body,
Ripping through it's flesh,
As the victim try's to fight it off.
But there is a twist,
The wolf is not an animal,
The wolf is a disease.
Lupus,
Eats away at your body slowly at first,
But then it picks the perfect time to attack it's victim.
The victim is stunned,
She can't hold on,
She's slipping away,
She's gone
This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition.
˚❀ . ˚ ✦ ✿ . ˚ . ˚ ✿. ˚ ❀
. ˚✦ . ✿ ˚ ❀ * ˚ ❀ ✦ ˚ .
For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly.
But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception.
⋆。˚ ☁︎ ˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy?
Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*)
N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION
M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT ( ̄▽ ̄)
◇Used Pictures are not mine
◇Source: pinterest
♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*