What does it mean to be alone?
You know, I've asked myself the same question for several years, and I have only recently begun to understand the many definitions of the word....As you stand before me, so it must be the end…
So many faces have come and gone, and I cannot help but wonder if much of this was my fault...
The scent of decaying flesh disguised by a floral air, wafting into flared nostrils. Fur ruffled by a slight breeze, amethyst eyes reflecting the light in a hauntingly familiar way, striking into the very soul. A shiver, the bones rattling, skeletal body slithering through the graveyard with no sound, almost a ghost. Eyes glowing unnaturally, it moves with amazing speed, catching up to its elusive prey.