Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

My future, furious, lunges

With weapons sharp and bright

To fell me where I stand.


A single blow would serve

To make this “now” my last,

But many more will land–


For some will smite my heart,

Already weak and weary,

And let its contents spill,


While others will be aimed

Directly at my mind

To drain me of my will.


Devoid of love and sense,

The body matters not,

Can serve no purpose; thus,


I give it leave to burst.

Our past was lovely, once;

No future’s left for us.


Fate! Do not countermand

My punishment. Fulfill


Your duty; don’t discuss

Reprieves. Proceed as planned.


Come swiftly! Time to kill.

I shan’t put up a fuss;


I’ve toiled to earn this end.

Come! Hack, and rip, and rend:

I have betrayed my friend.


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ElshaHawk LoA

Oh, beating yourself up, the worst emotions ever.

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