Between the Black Jaws of Death

[Ohverride]

I'm waking up again.

My stomach hurts.

I left because I felt like I needed to.

I needed to be out there, I needed to suffer some more.

But I feel like I've lost myself.

I'm going to come home anyways, I think.

Nobody will know who I am. For now.

I will lose myself in this violent dance.

Oh, so fun, so fun.

Deep down, a part of me wants someone to save me.

From myself.

But they'll have to hurt me, I think.

There is no woodsman in this story.

Just the wolves.

I am coming home.

It will be me.

You will have to tear me out.

I am coming home.

:)