Shadow Inspirations
Write away wolf, like a lone hunt in the quiet of night. No distractions or pressure, just a silent stalk before the kill. May words flow and flourish like the blood that drips from your lips now, turning those white fangs crimson. To write on paper seems impotent compared to the writhing body when death appears; alas we must move on. Paint me a picture instead with your wounds, and show me what it's like to get what you deserve.