I discard my clothes and get into the river. It feels good, its freezing water cleansing me from the filth of the last few days. I catch my reflection under the moonlight. So young, yet so old inside. Happiness and innocence brutally torn away from me long ago, it shows. If you knew my story, you would weep all the tears I cannot shed. I am a mal born, life has dealt me a lousy hand. I've never known kindness. I wish I could die, the water carrying me into oblivion. But not tonight.
Tomorrow, I've some scores to settle.
Frenchie about 10 years ago
Continued from 'The Beast in Me''
Bryan Thomas about 10 years ago
Only a small reprieve it would seem.