I am imprisoned in a cell of my own making the light only shines on the other side of the bars leaving me in perfect darkness alone and forgotten. I fell cold and I long for the touch of a stanger.
Though I get thown a bone every now and then like im some kind of animal and it dose make me happy. I realize i am still in the cage and I know I have to excape..
through the bars I walk though like a ghost that has just relized he can not be caged. and just like a ghost I am left empty and filled with sorrow looking once more for that which I have lost (love)
love from another, love for myself, love for a world that has enraged me to the point of breaking, and love for my pasions that I have seemed to have set aside.
I realize being happy in life only part of the time isnt a life sometimes you have to make yourself misrable to get to where you want to be.
Dragons of the Eternal Mist
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