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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:03 pm
Some time ago I checked my conscience,and found it wasn't all that clean.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:21 pm
A trail of people I had hurt,It wasn't supposed to be this way.
A few lives, that was all, a few lives that had been full of things they didn't deserve and a better future for the world and for me... for me what I deserved.a sea of sins left unredeemed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:26 pm
Regret is a dull and rusted blade,He was probably lying all along wasn't he? And even if he wasn't, even if he would have given me what he promised....
How many died that day? I don't know, I'll never know. Friends? Wingmates? Weyrlings? Weyrbrats? How many fell because of my selfish actions?that covers me with scars that never fade.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:32 pm
These wounds, like a catalog of flaws,And the worst of it... not the worst of it - or is it? - is that nobody knows. Not a living soul has even an inkling that I....
And it has to stay that way, if anyone ever finds out then I... well I don't imagine I'd live long and I don't want to die. Yet how can I live with what I've done?serve to remind me of all the pain I've caused.
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