`hold the door

[brielle]

Hold The Door

I keep to myself on the right,
Trying hard to hide all the dirt that covers me.
You only can hide who you are if you don't care where you're going anyway.
I don't wanna be who I was back then. I almost lost you again.
I don't wanna see through the eyes of a liar. Hold the door for me.
I set them on fire back there,
They didn't know what hit them.
It's always the ones you never suspect.
Don't want to accept what I've become.

Your Running. But no matter how fast you run, you can't lose this feeling that they're right behind you. The sound of your paw steps echo in your head, and to think, just last night you were curled in front of your warm fire place. The sound of their humming runs through your mind one last time before you decide to throw all your painful thoughts about them behind you. You know you can't live like this much longer. The question is, how much longer? How much longer? You know your going o fall soon, but when? When will you finally give in, give in to the aching pain that has begun fogging up your heart. How long will it take before you have to stop. Before your heart stops you. The question you ask is... why? Why are you the one that was chosen to live out your life. The painful scar that runs across your left leg is a reminder of what you were suppose to be. You belonged to them. And the aching pain that jolted through your veins every time you stepped on the ground reminded you that you were born to be their master.

I stepped onto the cold asphalt, my eyes brightening to yet another beautiful, although cloudy, day. A comfortable yawn escaped my maw and I stretched slightly, my eyes taking a glance around the neighborhood. For the first time in, well, really a long time, small flakes of this ice fell from the sky. I looked up to the heavens, wondering if this could really happen. It never snowed here. A sigh escaped my maw as a small flake of snow fell upon my pink spotted nose, letting my tongue lick the top of my muzzle where the leather looking part of my snout blended perfectly with the beginning of where my snow white fur was settled. My lashes blinked as the slivers of snow began to his be over my black and white body. They told me I was stunning. My humans did, they told me that all the time. It always made me feel better. But on this day, nothing could have ruined my mood. At least so I thought... Visit HoldTheDoor for full plot!

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