thus i rome around the darkness in the shine of the lunar night .
I walk into my very being see that is not me, but its who I am, and who Its shal
be. Thus by the nine, I have my own ties in my path. Shunning the the life I've known of that i should of known that I regret the world of light and darkness
,I should stay in between the gates of Light and darkness, and find who i am in this forsaken world.
As i thought to myself, "why am here, what is this my very being here, how come my heart tells me something i can't hear, is all nothing, or my body is yearning for a change of appearance?"

My head has hurt for this very thing and I can stop it. I spoke the very same thing over and over in my head.....
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,..... IT HURTS!!!!!
but its more like a deep feeling but it no more like a barking dog, no...... not barking.... whimpering.....
as nights grew stronger it felt like... like... like something tearing me from the inside of me.....
i still yell the very same words in my head...but the grew louder and louder until the word began to sound like raging roars of pain...
I can't.....i just can't....i can't feel any happyness... i look at my hand coverd in blood... my own blood.....blood that is not there......
still the very question i ask....."Who am I......?"