To walk down down a dirty path of dirt and under a stary night alone is a weird sensation feeling in your body. You never knew you could feel this great just being alone, to never need a creature by your crying side.
But, your heart is torn. Your soul is ruined. And your brain is soiled. You heart does not bump, for no love is given to it. Your soul does not glow, for it doesn't have one to follow. Your brain does not work, for it does not have someone to think about.
For become a lone wolf, has destroyed yourself
