My mind advances, my reasons fade, maturity enters through my lungs and put all in perspective.I have an eternity to live, tweet no time for small issues, so I ignore them. I rise with the night once more, hungering, hunting, the cold air feels good, my breathing is shallow, the night is mine, and I share it with who I please.
Twisted and distorted voices in my head, chant like a chorus the songs of freedom, I dont listen, knowing that there'd be too many to leave behind if I walked on to see what lies after, breathing, I see the dawn of another day, before closing my eyes and waiting until the night. where its okay to stay in and listen to what pleases me, or go out and hunt for anything to my liking, be it fun or prey, my wrath is just, my methods may not be so. i walk a warpath that may well engulf all around me, but none in my sights are of innocence, nor are they non consenting to the torrent of hell that my kinship may bring upon them.
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