Changed (ip)

I look back, briefly, recalling how I was. The challenge and apparent simplicity of the devotion at that time. And now? Now there is a fiercness, an anger, a wild violence in me. It is frightening. The rage threatens to sweep away my everything, leaving only, what? The strange desire to fight back, to stand [...]

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Sound (ip)

Screams. I still hear its cries, its screams, the horrid shrieking. But worse than horrible, the cries call to me. Horrible sounds of undeath I have heard before. I could block them out, feel only the call to destroy what made them, to rid Tyrra of that abomination. No, not this–these cries called to me, [...]

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Still (ip)

It’s been a long time, since I had the strength and will to write. I feel like so little has changed, and at the same time so much. I am still cold, still empty, still so full of “I need” and “I want” that I feel I have no right to exist. He would not, [...]

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