The end is nearing and my path still isn't clearing. You left me heartbroken, and I still don't know why. Dying is easy it's my fucking life that I hate and it seems like even non-believers must succumb to fate. God or Gods it makes no difference, in fact it's not to them I make inferences, it's to you, the masses in which I speak, and in no ways are my subtle phrases meek. I need to know why, when I cry, no person cares enough to lie. Just lie to me, tell me how amazing I am, I know I'm not, but is there any harm in them? I didn't think so, and has you know, lies save relationships, and they help me feel less like an insignificant piece of shit.
The taste of you is hard to erase, and when I close my eyes, what I see is your face. But you cannot give me your heart, and that is what I needed from our start. I die with or without you, but I'll be happier if it was with you my life ensued. You really are an angel among demons, a goddess among mortals, a nymph among sprites, and more than I describe, but the thought of you is why these blood tears I cry.
Has this all ends I think of your face, and how, even has I breathe my last, how amazingly gorgeous you are, body and soul, and just know, that you will always have my whole. My whole being and soul.
Signed your obsessive shadower,
your broken wolf,
and now and forever,
your best friend.
