FenrirCutterblood's Journal

There is love everywhere,

Yet none is found for the lonely soul,

Hiding, ashamed under the tree

There is no smile on its face,

No warmth in its heart.

Loneliness has left its wounds,

Left a mark unseen,

Tearing the soul,

Scarring the heart,

Damaging for all eternity, 

Out of this pain,

They spiral down worse

They cannot ever climb out,

Of the pit that was dug,

With the shovel of hate, 

Their last sanctuary,

Their own little haven

Surrounding them,

Enveloping them,

Bringing them peace 

Their soul is now black,

Left all alone,

Lost all hope,

Corrupted, hate-filled,

No chance or resurrection 

With a soul so black,

Is it a wonder they have a mood to match,

Few dare approach those with eyes of coal

With hatred in their soul

Those who do, make never forget them 

Many suffer this fate of hate and pain,

I am one, of the many,

Though I know many of the few,

I hate my life,

All I feel is pain 

My soul is darker than black,

All I see if pain and death,

I feel no happiness,

Know no joy,

Yet I can only trudge on.

 My journey is almost over,

It is my few true friends time to shine,

My light is fading,

My death has almost come,

And I’m glad