Beginning

Waiting, in the dark, I turned out the lights. Maybe to be alone, wanting, in despair. Loss is life, to feel, to burn. I am too deep now, too dark to see. The light scares me now, so used to this dark…… rise from the ashes, fly with the mist, my wings are broken, but they will be fixed. There is no taste, consume to exist, the finish never comes. I wait for an answer, it never comes. My souls are the enemy, weary and tired, in circles they paint the track of my race, but getting nowhere. The time is near, it has to be, my body is telling me so. I will erase this game, shed my fur, and truly begin to live…..