Lone Sound

The lost wolf walks on Not stopping to rest It's torn up paws Every now and again It throws its head back And howls a soulful sound There is no reply -Kel Dayheart

Blurry

My eyesight blurs Until I can't make a thing out Is there anything worth seeing any more -Kel Dayheart

Tighter

There's a noose around her neck That gets tighter and tighter Each passing day Even though her only crime Is being born too pretty -Kel Dayheart

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