See the shouting of the bats,
I think he's angry at the bratsk.

He finds it hard to see the love,
Overshadowed by the black truelove.

Who is that running near the lust?
I think she'd like to eat the entrust.

She is but a sea human,
Admired as she sits upon a heumann.

Her dark car is just a desire,
It needs no gas, it runs on entire.

She's not alone she brings a grieve,
a pet wolf, and lots of nieve.

The wolf likes to chase a hate,
Especially one that's in the spate.

The bats shudders at the hybrid regret
He want to leave but she wants the vet.

The Cursed Hybrid

all I could do was lay there and shed tears. I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. Was it fear? Was it anger? Was it hatred? Or is it......vulnerability. Everything felt so much hopeless, and there"s no way to feel better. It felt like there is no way ever to feel good again. I felt worthless, a mere piece of hopeless meat and flesh.

I wanted to build walls around my heart and hide away in its depth.

"I'll be okay," I said lowly, wanting her to leave me alone. I wanted to drown myself in ocean of my sorrows and never come back on surface. I wanted my heart to burn, like fire, and turn myself into ashes, and wanted the wind of death to blew me away.

This....this feeling felt so wrong, so endangered. In one moment I felt sad, depressed, anxious, lonely but in another I felt nothingness. And I want to stay that way. Feeling sad makes me feel trapped, stuck.

Chapter 33