goatsgotohell

Being alone, hiding away from the world, is my double edged sword.

It protects me from those who want to hurt me and keeps me safe. Nobody dares come near me for fear that one mighty blow will fall them to the ground.

But sometimes, just somtimes that blade cuts me, cuts deep into my mortal flesh. They say if you live by the sword, you die by the sword...such truth I've yet to hear again.

At those times in my life it is hard to tell if it's only tears running down my face or just symbolic for the trails of blood pouring out of my wounded soul.