For every laughing boy there are ten more honorable noble men With a deeper understanding of life and survival A holy and well groomed member of the pack Wiser and … Continue reading cRy of the sHeWoLF
My eye of addiction sets in the sick vision
I am now blind and needy for just one or two moments of the violent touch
I spit one out only to turn back and sniff out another
Dropping the heavy mass in the well built pile
You do know the moon shining on my wounds is the same that illuminates yours. You still try to hide them but you see them shine don’t you? We reflect the same pain, the same need and longing for retribution.