I saw her again. That pale skin
with freckles gives me goose bumps. So pale, so pure. I saw her in my dream
again. Her long red hair seems totally flawless. She gave me that look again.
Shame.
She was ashamed of me. That look
I have seen so many times.
Countless.
I have never given her a name.
Nameless.
Conscience.
Maybe.
She appears from nowhere and
judges me. Judges me for what I am about to do. In advance. She never judges
afterwards.
I saw her in my dream again. Her
look is burning me and turning my thoughts into a pack of wild wolfs. There was
a long-time-no-see; however I am not surprised that she is back.
Back for less.
Back for more.
Back for everything this time.
More souls are going to get hurt.
More souls are going to get lost. More souls will be ripped apart.
That is why she is back. That is
why I feel uncomfortable with her paleness, beautiful red hair and such a loud quietness.
She is everything I never wanted to be. She reminds me of my mistakes, horrors,
weaknesses and helplessness.
Past.
Present.
Future.
She is there, watching my every
move, thought and emotion.
Emotionless.
I used to be emotionless once. Or
twice, I am not sure anymore. This was a long time ago.
Regression.
I am ready. Not to be me. My
thoughts. A pack of crazy werewolves howling at the moon.
I am ready. Not to remember.
