Hatred clouds icy depths as you mull over whatever bottle of alcohol is closest ; bitter sweet against a blade like tongue . Your ancient mind wandering towards centuries passed, always straying towards the ride and when you will be called again. No one outruns death and yet here you are , teeth bared and always ready for a fight . How much longer can you run ? Surely long enough to forget your heart , and your endless rage .
- JoinedFebruary 23, 2021