MordredTheFox

When the demons you hold so deep inside all mass against you and struggle to break free what are you to do. Do you stand by and do nothing as they break free the mental locks and restrains you've enclosed them in erre they wreak havoc upon the lie you've built. Or do you fight back and continue to keep them hidden out of sight lest you be forced to avoid awkward questions and stares that no matter what you do there lies not a single explanation for what lies behind the fake ass smile you show to the world. How can you begin to reach out for help and hope someone will make them all cease if but for the moments you are in their presence. This h

Why did you choose me? Of all the possibilities why did it end up being me? Did I do or say something special that drew you to me? What in the gods names made you decide upon me? Your gone now and all I'm left with is an agonizing memory; your scent taunting me. The lasting memory of your lips pressed against mine. The days go on and thoughts of you still linger like a never ending fever; sleepless nights ending in unforgiving tears. Strange thoughts lead to even stranger fears that leave me wondering. Why did you choose me?

The days are rough, But the nights are rougher still. The days go by and are Hard to get through Now that you're gone.

I'll lock my heart away and throw away any such key and become the assassin I was meant to be. Seal these feelings up and bury them deep within something much durable than the flimsy earth that bends on a whim. Efficent as a guiotine cold and calculating like a dark shadow waiting for the opportunity. I have found the will to become the assassin I was meant to be...