Pain

There is a blade in my heart that with every beat lets me bleed and yet I do not cry as I slowly die. This blade is letting my blood rain as it slowly drains and yet I still have no care for a thing with every pump and every breath the pain quickly escapes as the crimson liquid flows. I fined pace, and hope that everyone and thing I’ve wronged can find that I am kind. If death takes me I will go but I will not be afraid for it will be my time and that is the only thing I fear.

One day and one night

A wolf will fight for its life

Will he live or die