Dust and BloodMy world is dust and blood. The air stings with grains of sand; minute particles settle into my fur. If enough covers me will I just become one with the Wasteland? One with the madness and pain? It hurts you know. Not as much anymore... Those first breaths were like fire. My throat raw with tainted air; raw with the screams of rage I never unleashed. You get used to it, used to the smell, used to the grains of sand raking your throat, used to the blood. The blood… oh the blood. First it came from my neck, now I weep it. The tears stain my fur, a reminder that my life force is slipping away. How much more can I bleed and still live? How much more can I lose? My friends, my family, my home, my self-worth, my life? What more can I give and still remain me? Every day I lose more and more of Rizzo and feel something else beginning. I do not know what it will bring, but I do not think I can stop it.I am powerless, even against myself. The sky is so cl
Insomnia this is the nightmaredreams better than realitybut Ican'tsleep
Silent heartachenotearsempty liessilent heartachethe pain comes backit always comes backdormant, waiting, hidingwanting to be heardwanting to be seena white lie.
HollowIt was one of those days againthose strangely hollow days where nothing feels rightlife continues, but insidenothingall you feel are the echoeswhispersfleeting thoughts tug at the mindEmptysurrounded but alonealways alone