in this darkly shining throng i feel alone. alone with the storm raging inside of my head. rain falls here, rain flooding, washing away emotion, feeling. no one sees the clouds, the flood.
sea-eyes, sea-eyes. with the strangest little smile.
their touch is shadow; he moves by and for once his eyes don't find mine. too many things on his mind. we've both seen so much, so many horrible things, so many beautiful things. the knowledge of this world is terrible...
but he exists here, he exists and i stand alone.
i stand alone, and bloody, and he turns his gaze.
wishing for something he can never have.
something not even a mouthful of pills can give me. peace of mind. i grow so tired of taking them. i will never be one of these laughing people, and my smile is fake, and this isn't me, and all i want to do is drown this ugliness in someone else's blood.
all around me they talk, they dance, they drink, and not all of them are weak- they are so often the world's wolves, and not sheep, not here. sheep don't last long among our kind, but every so often one finds their way into a wolf's heart and it's protected. worn out. cared for, before the eventual slaughter.
i can't take so long. i can't...
it's all darkness.
wolves.
what does that make me?
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