disclaimer: I do not own the products and services related to blizzard; including world of warcraft – and this is merely an exercise in creativity

summary: but you are forsaken and you do not know what you want anymore


You hate them, you do.

(the empty eyes and the slow shuffle of fleshless feet)

They are what you could have been, and that thought scares you more then the cold, quiet dark of death that you remember.

You hate them, you do.

(the bright eyes and the quick steps of their feets)

They are what you could have been, and this thought scares you: you cannot tell anymore if you want a beating heart and warm skin.


(but you are forsaken and the only thing that comforts you is this: you will have vengeance)