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Drowning in an ocean of words...all of them are meaningless coming from the mouth of a meaningless person with the soul of a rabid wolf: staving for food, taking as he please and never giving back to his pack...But sooner or later, the lone wolf will realize he has nothing to offer but his petty words and actions...He will shred all he had and soon will be found naked, drenched his own blood...The once destroyer of hearts and lyrics will be killed by his own reflection...And once more he returns to the young maiden whose heart he has crushed, begging for another chance written between the lines. She shunned him, never forgetting the wound still screaming for her life back...The maiden looked to the window at another world while his became a downward spiral, a mere nightmare of the world he once loved but took for granted. The alienation was his demise and now is left bleeding...spelling out for help with the bloody lies he once embraced...He ate himself slowly, his eye came first for he was blinded by the pain he brought and lives that were lost by his disguise. "Will I ever forget?" The maiden asked her wounded reflection, a dark haired creature of four paws and a tail. "I do not know, little one. Only time will heal the repeated whips and cuts wrapped around my body. My world has been shattered but my will is still strong for another has taught me that no one is worth blood spilled...no one is worth my tears." The creature spoke. The pieces were placed back together but for how long will they hold? Another wolf has come but this time to love the maiden the way she was meant to be love but the maiden stands guard of her soul, frightened by the warmth of the silver eyed figure. She screamed, shaking in fear, bloody tears rolling down her olive sun kissed cheeks. He held her close, embracing her, kissing her, wishing to erase the life she once knew but never regretted. The Maiden stopped, and looked at her protector...Time has stopped and the broken pieces were made whole in that one moon filled night. The Maiden was now a woman; wise, beautiful, graceful and scarred, just like how the creature of her reflection appeared but this time...the mysterious feline was now her. P.s. Fuck, you've been around it for so long, you're bound to have something good rubbed off onto you. Another poem that I wrote awhile but I updated with other phases that popped into my head. *shrugs* Inspiration kicks in the oddest times.

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