All Gone
I wished I could turn back time, to a time where things were as they used to be. When it wasn't too late. There were things I wanted to do, words I wanted to say. But now it's too late. I wish that I could pretend that this was all but a bad dream and wake up to the reality that I had no idea I had yearned for, to stop and appreciate what the Maker himself had given me…
Whenever, I went into the town, helping people, there were always small little things that had me thrown back into the past. The songs that some of the bards that had sung, it reminded me of my mother. She would sing to me to calm the raging storms that had me within it's cold and merciless grasp. Threatening to consume me with its chaotic strength and power.
There would be, often, men, who were beautiful both in body and in soul, that I wished I had that I could give all my love to, give all my being to. It had almost lead me to temptation, but knowing that I am longer the same person quells any desires of love. And leaves nothing but emptiness, loneliness and heartache.
I longed for that life that I no longer had. I didn't want a life that made me take lives in order to sustain my thirst and my hunger. I didn't want a life where I had to do unspeakable things in the name of survival. I didn't want a life where I had to become this monster…this abomination. But maybe this was my punishment…maybe by the Maker himself.