03-15-2019, 04:38 AM
freedom is nothing but a lie.
when has venturing alone ever felt so akin to sin?
it crawls along his back, static seeps into his head until it is blissfully blank. The sensation of the world around him forgotten until the tortures pass- until the punishment is done. But ament is free now. there is nothing to block out beside his own fear- his own failure.
it never felt like this before.
Now, each hesitance is shakey. The ocean in his eyes is iced over - predatory, keen. Just a little wiser where they once were not. He knows better- knows not to trust strangers, not to trust anyone but himself- but his pack. but his pack is gone there is no on left to turn to. Nothing left but freedom and-
freedom is a fallacy
but ament knows cages, knows by the iron collar clasped tightly around his neck, the rattle of the cut off chain that chimes - grates against the silence of this strange nest. (but it is not the desert.)
there is something familiar about it. Something soothing. He wants to venture further but the stench stops him short. Rot, lush vegetation, piss. A border, this is a border.
another pack has claimed this land
would they claim him too?
anyplace, is better than the pitt
when has venturing alone ever felt so akin to sin?
it crawls along his back, static seeps into his head until it is blissfully blank. The sensation of the world around him forgotten until the tortures pass- until the punishment is done. But ament is free now. there is nothing to block out beside his own fear- his own failure.
it never felt like this before.
Now, each hesitance is shakey. The ocean in his eyes is iced over - predatory, keen. Just a little wiser where they once were not. He knows better- knows not to trust strangers, not to trust anyone but himself- but his pack. but his pack is gone there is no on left to turn to. Nothing left but freedom and-
freedom is a fallacy
but ament knows cages, knows by the iron collar clasped tightly around his neck, the rattle of the cut off chain that chimes - grates against the silence of this strange nest. (but it is not the desert.)
there is something familiar about it. Something soothing. He wants to venture further but the stench stops him short. Rot, lush vegetation, piss. A border, this is a border.
another pack has claimed this land
would they claim him too?
anyplace, is better than the pitt
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE