“You seek a false comfort when you demand that I define myself for you with words. Words do not contain or define any person. A heart can, if it is willing.” ― Robin Hobb, Golden Fool ―
Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite matters I'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfaction Leaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod off My pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the body My heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snaps Helplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternity My cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure building I will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes
Unshackled lycanthrope as I am, only my appetite matters I'm numb to all but this overwhelming sense of satisfaction Leaning back my head to rest, letting my feral eyes nod off My pants stained by the scarlet trickle leading from the body My heart stops beating, and the razor thin tightrope snaps Helplessly I plunge headfirst into the wrong side of eternity My cup runneth over with bad karma, the pressure building I will never escape the piercing glare of their lavender eyes
