Wolves Have Got Me

What do you chase? Sex? Drugs? Rock & Roll? Bit of murder? Control? Over another? Yourself? Maybe the loss of that hard fought control? A taste upon your tongue? A Lost Loves touch? Maybe that RUSH the moment before you take that 1st hit? A sound you had to follow, the one you willing gave your soul to. The one that led you to that Crossroad at midnight. Fuck it.  Maybe it's the blood you crave once more?  The rush in your ears?  Your vision turning red? We all have an escape. A way we pick to slowly die, that makes us feel alive.

 Why am I? Wonderful Question! I have wondered that myself more than I dare admit. {Though I tend to say I am seeking my place in the universe} Then again, don't we all? Guess that is part of why I am writing this, to find myself.   Maybe help others find themselves.  Know that they are not the only ones screaming into the void.  Maybe I am here to make you think?  I dare say that I am a wee bit mischievous from time to time.  What will be here you may ask? Why would you want to take the time to read it? I am not the one to ask. I would love for you to join me on this journey. But free will and all that.