Soul Full of Hatred
This was something that I wrote up about a week ago. I was under a lot of stress, marriage and family problems, financial and all that other good shit that goes with it, lol... So I chose to write this to curve and release my frustrations, so take it for what it is. I am slowly writing something else that may prove to be good ^.^! til next time, Hiaro a.k.a. Wolveren The Grey Werewolf
Goodnight, goodbye and good luck... Godspeed his soul somewhere other than here as his heart becomes vilely corrupted with an unknown darkness as black as pools of midnight. Awakening from deep within, a kindled flame burns with ever fury. It is within this growing flame of hatred, teared open like a festering wound. Inside this gaping seethering writhing hole of injustice, a beast of untapped potential, only known for death and decay dwells here...
Fright and despair is what it's victims will feel from the glowing stare of it's golden feral gaze once unleashed from its confines. The kind, gentle person that was once in existence falls from grace and gives way to the enveloping comfort bucket of the raging feral nature of his true form of what he was born to be...
The night will be his and his alone, the painful howling of betrayal can be felt by anyone or any wolf nearby. Speed, swiftness and unemotional are his allies, the cover of darkness; his shield. This grey werewolf once known by the name Johnathon now answers to no one but his own instinctual guidance given to him by mother nature herself by the name of Wolveren.