From the inside of his heart bared the weight of a broken and fragile boy...crippled by the chains locked around his wrists and ankles...each chain link...forged by his hardships and downfalls that seemed to penetrate right through his innocence. To redeem him from such an obscure place...would be suicide. Yet, she managed to crawl through the field filled with glass shard pieces made from his tears and finally...broke those chains to set him free.

It's an insatiable appetite that cannot be fulfilled unless you delve into those parts within your mind and remind yourself it's not needed. Though a desire weighs heavy within your soul and that only makes your body hunger for the taste of a temporary fix. It can also be the embodiment of pure passion and thus...lust driven...love making is birthed. Underneath, untainted bedsheets. It's a sinful delight.

The moment you feel your tendons yanking away at each other in every single limb on your body and your weary bones threaten to shatter with the slightest touch; The moment you find yourself loosing your breath with every single sigh. The moment you grow deaf upon your surroundings and all you hear and see are visions of the torment of being apart. The moment you sense the slightest bit of change and your colorful world filled with wondrous shades and hues. Is suddenly dull and grey. The moment you let go of the things you love and cherish most and suddenly stop. The moment you feel death knocking on your front door and when you come to. It was only the mailman. The moment you dread any little mistake you make. The moment you begin to loathe your existence. The moment you can't feel anything but the past of what use to be a compelling and overwhelming gracious happiness. The moment you begin to despise any and all things dealing with any kind of romance. The moment you dwell on a little ray of hope or as some might say the little string of fate and suddenly the little rays of hope disperse and the string suddenly snaps and oh! How you fall! The moment you seek for some kind of solace and instead find a temporary fix from within the dark corners of your mind and stay affixed to the idea of regret and disgust. Confusing lust for the idea of a love you had long lost. The moment you think perhaps it is all within your conscience and you were weak and then you think with such a great insensitivity for yourself and others. You loose yourself. The moment you feel yourself crashing and burning into bittersweet nothing's and heart felt delights. The moment you open your eyes and realize the game you have unintentionally decided to play and now must face every single consequence. The moment you remember the reason behind it all and finally decide its best left in the memory and walk out the door to prepare yourself for a brand new day. The moment you look within yourself and tell yourself it's going to be okay. The moment you keep telling yourself that things are better this way. The moment you realize you are destroying yourself over this. The moment you realize maybe no amount tears are enough for this kind of guilt or pain. The moment you walk into a restaurant and finally catch a break. The moment you slip up and think of them together. The moment you look up and see there is so much more to life than just this person. The moment you realize you can do whatever you please and how you please with or without them. The moment you feel salvation and solace and wish them their best in the secrets within your pages at home. The moment you pick up the phone and say. Goodbye.

If the faintest of sounds could break through your deaf ears within that moment...why is it that you continue to write me off into this enigmatic daydream of lust? Is it because you feel that you have learned of the things in this life that come off as nothing but bittersweet loveless lies? Or is it because you couldn't overcome the lust that he dreamed of having within your bedsheets and thus leaving you lonely by midnight and crushing the very meaning of beauty inside of your soul?...

Tell me...

What broke you?

-Wolf

He would call himself the savior and knew deep down inside he was never the protector...

He was the darkest part of our lives and slowly delved deeper into the purity of her heart...

Awaiting the day her soul would someday give out...

But...

To his surprise...

He would never see the light of day or step foot amongst the same ground as I...

He would bare witness to the heart crushing truth that scarred us all and all at once...

Awakened the essence of our mind...

-Wolf

If only I had pulled him back and told her the truth. If only I hadn't hurt her in the way I had...

She'd believe the words that slip through my teeth...

In which...

He developed a liking to...

And suddenly buried my soul into the black hole within his chest...

Locking me away within his rib cage...

"Home Sweet Home" he'd whisper...

"Set me free..." I'd reply.

-Wolf

It is within our moments of grief we seek some kind of salvation within solidarity...

Perhaps if we chose to spend time away to seek a peaceful solution to this endless catastrophe...

Maybe we could rest a little more and tend to the demons of our haunting past...

Tentatively.

-Wolf

If I should falter in my path.

I shall think of the things you whispered upon my ears...

And thou shan't break me in any form but rather...

Teach me of the things I have come to loathe and to only have the epiphany...

To love myself and my family...

And her...

Her...

-Wolf

At times I feel that maybe it was just the wrong timing...

Then I recall what you did...

What you said...

I've pondered on the idea that maybe you cared but deep down...

I knew you could never love anyone but yourself.

That alone...

Is the saddest truth that I will have to face...

There was never any bond...

You only saw yourself...

You...

-Wolf