Cold and Lonely sitting in the dark.
Rain drops dampening everything around me.
I look out over the wild grass, the lush hills, the trees, all green.
A tear runs down my cheek, slowly tracing my face and letting a release
of stress come to me.
I've thought about the options, I see the blood that would be spilt if I
just let go.
My eyes that were so full of love and curiousity, a novice to the world,
has all faded, they shine no more, no life fills them, it's all been
stripped.
Why do I go on with so many people who hate me, so many people who feel
no sympathy and don't understand my past nor do they understand my pain.
My lifes been ruined over and over, on my account usually, because I've
done something unforgivable or wronged someone, and I've thought about
giving up, but no, not I, I can't.
What once kept me around is now my wish for death.
I walk this path alone for now but maybe someday I'll find that kind
heart and soul I used to be and walk this path with it, not alone and
not afraid to face anything.
My eyes will be opened... That is all I can hope for, is I will return
to the innocent carefree soul I once was... and put this shell away.

Crescents of Rapture and a Child of the Night,
Nimbus Ta'Ros-Forestwalker

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Midsummer, in the year 131 MA.