She howls at the moon in the midst of the night. Seeking lost souls trapped and screaming in fright. Her cries play melodies of melancholy trials lost, her spirit stolen callously at a grave cost. Roaming the dense fog on hallows eve Watching the dead rise, I'm sure many were known to be wise. As she so gallantly skips past ancient tree's they whipser vintage stories about Victorian times and all its glories. Tree leaves construct reenactments of ****** wars riddled of death and destruction among differences of the people, only wishing to gather and come together at the church steeple. Her howls are searched among the hollow lands above makeshift graves of innocent people seen as second rate, not suprising of their final fate. Beings born with no guidence for a undeniable ratchet societies views, she howls as she hears the news. Her ravaged heart however battered still beats, I am She Wolf.

As the sun drips down upon the edge of the earth, the sky sheds darkness...The pain reminds me I'm still alive. Your face resides in my mind like a tatoo. I can hear your voice and feel your breathe on my neck. When I close my eyes your spirit is here. It helps me cope with your irreversible, constant negligence.

My heart, its amazing because its been beaten, broken, used, torn, kicked, shattered, thrown, cut, stabbed and it still works.

Now that I know how you roll
My heart has taken a toll
Left behind and pushed aside
Now I know that I must decide
The difference between being pushed over and being strong
I know my intentions werent wrong
I fought the good fight
Because I knew it was right
Everything I had to offer
Wasnt enough for him to bother
Its ok, there is a man out there praying for a woman like me, and when I find him, he will see
Im beautiful, ****, loving, understanding, most of all, WORTH IT.

Selfishness  
Is
The
Demise
Of
Love

Im not sure if mad says it...I hear your words of fire while getting burned by the flames rolling off of words like *****! Sometimes Im completely, in utter shock like the cat got my tounge, but cats loath me. Memories flash in my mind of my own suffering of things he wouldn't do or didn't do. I took the burdon, I carried the load. I worked magic so our lives didn't turn out tragic. Not one time did I complain, and having to beg for appreciation is ******* insane. At the end of the day my feelings are forced to drift away, be at bay, where they may. Completely alone, isolated, yet in the core of the crowd. Never seen with all eyes on me. Again...I hear the word *****!! I turn around with cat-like reflexes and bellow words from the sword of my tounge like sir Knight himself. My scold is merciless, my point sharp, my sound ultrasonic. My powers brought forth thunder and lighting into his arrogance. Why must I be drained from the blood running through my rolling veins just to be heard...?

I always wished upon the brightest star in the sky that you would wise up and properly try. I gave my all and you stood there and watched me fall. You were always the only fish in my pond, sadly you played your magic and casted me out with your wand. Left to survive in cold, still blackness, my world became complete madness. Barely remembering my own reflection, I'm in the race, but sorely losing the election. I havent anymore tricks up my sleeve, all that's left is for me to pack up and leave. I will think of you every minute of the day, while you will probably be out entertaining some Goddess and having it your way.