Moonlit Musings From An Everyday Hellhound

There were days where she longed to feel anything. Other days she longed to feel nothing. Always a monster, never a friend, never to be trusted  and never to trust. She howled to the moon, breaking the silence of her thoughts, the night, breaking the mockery hidden behind fake smiles and empty pleasantries.  Forever a moon child, with a stronghold of beliefs where she often stands alone. Was being alone truly a burden? Why no, it's just a matter of perspective.

She once thought  a change of scenery would be everything she needed  to survive and thrive... new locations,  new senses,  new instincts forged in a sense  of what used to be certainty.  She was just a pawn in so many versions of the same game, drowning and chained in empty promises  and meaningless vows where the only held weight when she was of any use then discarded. If only she could see  beyond the masks and stop believing  in happily-ever-after.  

  she fell from grace as all humans do, searching wastelands for any emotion tattered and torn were her wings like her soul, holes poked through allowing the rays of the sun to break down to unforgiving cement. she waited and hoped, that her belief in fairy-tales and magic still held some sort of weight, to carry her through; her doubts and fears screamed echoing in silence, and whispers on winds laughed as she fought herself to stay grounded. yes, angels cry too and their valkyrie screams echo upon those who believe, waiting for someone to feel something once again, the agony never leaves the bones when all you feel is darkness.