Here i am again,
walking around the abyss....alone.
No sense of direction.
No care for self being.
Feeling nothing but the emptiness inside this....
Shell?
I hear the distant scream of my former self.
I know what he screams for.
He screams for someone or something to free him and all the emotions from the cold dark oubliette they reside in an have since the "death" of them.Love,or the tender touch from someone is what he craves.But who?
I look around with no prevail at finding that....one person to complete him.to help with the healing process.
For this person must be very special. because they then will be lead to the most obscure spot.
The inner sanctum..a place so obscure that no one has been since the keeper was taken..
This place is the very core of his being..Here is what makes him tick.Where all secrets are kept...along with his dreams.so until this person is found I shall be..pain,sorrow sadness & despair shall power me
The metamorphoses is almost complete.I can hear him scream for someone or something to stop it.....YET?...I can hear in the scream an almost longing for it not to be stopped. No more pain or sorrow or sadness or despair for him to feel
FOR YOU NEED TO BE,TO BE HURT..
Signed
Forever
The Crow
P.S.
Darold) Rest in peace my friend.
For you fought all your battles bravely..I commend you..FATE.What wonderful and painful things it brings...so until the day your resurrection....LATER
wrote: JUNE, 24th, 2003 6:57 am
