Lone White Wolf
Living with out the sense of being
Over-bearing, the weight of the world
Never knowing the feeling of acceptence
Evicted from life and taken with out concent
Wishing, craving the need for inner peace
Howling to society, yet society turns away
Incomplete, unconected, hated by most, loved by few
Tired of waiting as life turns its crual head
Ending, he wishes, for time moves so slowly
Whining in greif
Overflowing with pain and despair
Lingering, waiting for the pain to subside
Failing to see the love of some people... people like me
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The Black Book of Blood
Its me. What I would write about are stories i like to come up with some times.
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