WolvesWithinUs

"This heart I found on a road somewhere between Hope and Lost. It's beating was strong as I picked it up to look at it. There were words etched in it, I leaned forward and the words made out this sentence. "This heart maybe beating but it lives for no one." As I stood there holding it, it's beating slowed. The words shifted as it lost it's color and seemed like it was calling out for life. "This heart will die in the hands of you for it was given around until it's life could no longer handle the heart break." And with the last pounding it died in my hands. I stood in awe and wondered what I could have done."~

        The bits of crippled and crimson colored flesh hangs within the clutches of the people that you have allowed yourself become victim to. For as you sit within the shadows of loneliness that seem to wrap it's snaking tongue around your mind, toying and taunting it until it crumbles. Does anyone hear the faint call of you? While you hope to re-join your kindred for some fun and enjoyment, only to be forgotten and cast away feeling lost and alone inside. Does anyone hear you cry? When you hope to see a familiar face and when you surround yourself around them, only to be ignored and left to lick your wounds that you yourself, allowed for i