FluffyBlackBunny

The thoughts are always there like scars on my mind. The pictures in my head, the cuts on my arms the bleeding of pain and sorrow. Faith is what I need but there is never enough proof to inspire belief.  I wish to wear a mask so no one can see me, or recognize what I have done but the scars are always there.

Death goes before me, like a faithful hound, chaos walks beside me, an old friend, destruction follows in my footsteps, a wary child, and all the world weeps for I am something that never should have been.

I didn't know what it was, so I hit it with a stick.