10 July 2012

I tilt my misjudged face to the star scattered sky,

My lips part,

Ready to commence my feared song,

My eyes reflect the universe,

Flecked with my life,

Flecked with my death,

Silence isn't real in my world,

My ears were fined tuned and delicate as a moths wings,

Then,

My first song of sorrow, pleasure and happiness ripples through me,

My very being,

My soul,

Released unto the forest,

I was a wolf.

bambikitsuneHowl Of Pity • Opuss № I