jay-man666

Borrowed Wings. Whenever life gets me down, feeling like I have no future. I turn to a friend, asking them to save me. They always raise my spirits. Giving me hope, telling me things to raise my confidence. But I never am given a solution to this hard life. For a day, maybe two, I am allowed to fly high on life. With no worries for the future I glide on my friends wings of hope. But the next day always brings more bad news, or another reminder of this aching inside of me. It yearns to be free once and for all. I sometimes will have a brief moment of happiness, but it never lost for long. Sometimes I am plagued by the howls my heart cries out

It was a stormy autumn evening, the sun just finally resting over the snowy peak, not that one could see the last warming rays of the sun, not through clouds with as much malice as these seem to have, they almost were a omen to wait was in store. Abaddon was deep in thought. Thinking about what life had in store for such a low life thief such as him. He was the black sheep of his family, the outcast of the small mountain village. He was simply known as a mere thief, though he was well skilled with small blades, more so the dagger. He never used his dagger on a human. He was a low life, but not a murderer, he simply kept to mere thievery. "How