Erebus

we are the wolves that make you fear the dark.
you are the humans that make us fear the day.
hostile to all...
all but our own.

a realisation is a bastard of a thing.
sleeping with the enemy for so long, how could i not realise it till now.
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

i can feel myself slipping into old, familiar ways. for a few months there i was getting better but now its creeping back. probably just the fucked up sleep habits due to not having a job.

ah to feel complete again. lightning and thunder is not the same without the rain...

writers block has come back with a vengeance.