Seashore

His story..... right... Soren had already mentioned that he wanted to hear it the day before. And though Claudius was not really fond of telling it all, he knew the angel had a right to know it. Even more since he wanted to help him. He wouldn't hide anything from the angel. Without struggle or resistance he allowed Soren to guide him to that chair and sat down, not even wincing as the angel started to tend to his wounds. It wasn't the first time he had hurt himself out of frustration obviously because there had been nothing to kill around. He sighed sadly, his eyes cast down to the ground as he tried to remember it all in the right order.

Just words coming out Of my emotional suffering Just cities depicted In bright shades of grey. More stories that i Want to tell to everyone, More innocent tales It's so sweet or simply fun. i'm dying to tell the world What i've seen i'm eager to tell you What's on my imaginary scene. What could it be Other than poetical genius What could it seem like Other than twisting the words How can i live Without recreating the spirit? Remember I'm human And you can be like this. Though You never could do it Without any emotional guidance You never did want to Dig deep in your heart. But how can you live In this superficial mum