FreedomStrength in delusion; "I'm unique!" is my cry"You're just a sad little freak; you cheat, you lie"Cheating myself of the truth they all seeLies of self peace; failure to just beMisunderstood, forgotten and used"Stop acting like that; start controlling your moods."Dope up a spirit that's unstable and aloneParanoia sets in, an irrational toneJust a rock among jewels that shine brilliant whiteA grey among them; they mock such a sight"Silly and frail. What's the matter with you?"Confused and lost; I'd tell you if I knewForgive this dreamer, a rock that wants wingsTo fly higher than hate; than your scorn can stingBeyond your world where I can be freeTo a place where it's enough to just be me.
5. Seeking SolaceThe night seemed to drag by so unbearably slow and, while he longed for sleep, his mind just wouldn't permit him such a privilege. Currently the present would find Ven in the shower, his body lathered with soap and the water warm enough that it would even turn his somewhat pale skin mildly red and flushed. He had tried to relax and calm his mind down, to stop this furious array of emotion from ripping him apart, but not even the warm lull and massage of the shower's water seemed to be granting him the desired effect. There was a strain at his heart like never before; words spoken just a few days ago ringing all too clearly in his mind. '"He will not want to care for you forever, Ventaiga. He will leave on his own terms sooner or later and it's not fair to either of you to cling to him as you do."'Tears burned in his eyes for what felt like the millionth time in just this shower alone, the frustration and emotional pain making his throat tighten miserably as he tried
10. Breathe AgainSomething wasn't right, this much she knew for certain, but just what it was she couldn't quite put her finger on. There was some sense of dread, an uneasy feeling clawing at her stomach as if trying to make her remember just what had happened. It scared her that she couldn't recall any details of this morning but, maybe, it was for the better? It had to be right? She'd head back towards her room, unsure of where Vyl was at the moment but wanting nothing more than to just go curl up and try to sleep this sinking feeling away. However as she came to the door she heard noise from within and it made her pause. Had Vyl already made it here before her? Suddenly she felt afraid for reasons she couldn't explain. Damn
what had happened to make her afraid of their own room?! Finally finding her courage she twisted the knob and pushed inside.Indeed Vyl was there, his back currently to her and he hadn't noticed that she'd come in just yet. He was singing softly to himself and
GoodbyeFor the lazy mornings you'd curl against my neck and purr.For the innocent way you'd stretch a paw out to lightly touch my head while I slept.For the late nights when you'd lay beside me as I tried to finish just one more thing before bed.For your butterfly and grasshopper hunts that never failed to make me smile.For your lovable clumsiness that always made everyone laugh.For your curious nature that made you bold and, at times, a little obnoxious.For being a member of the 'welcoming committee' when I'd get home from work at 12am at night.For cuddling with your mate, Zurabi, who misses you more than you'll ever know.For your best friend, Goob; the wrestling matches you two shared were epic and fun.For your ever talkative mentor, Sweetie, who sat by my side in silence the day we found you gone.For Ed, your owner, who tenderly wrapped you in his shirt when we placed your body to rest.For Ryven, the little boy who will never get to know you as Ed and I were able to.For the tim