A story for anyone who wants to listen. But, I'm tired of this... insanity I constantly face every fucking day. Well not every day but way too fucking often then I ever wanted...
All I ever wanted was Philo.
I've seen it every day. I've sat watching, on these cold stone steps for years. Waiting for the feel of Philo. To know it in my soul.
I've prayed to Philo. I gave him all my tears. My time. My blood. The most precious parts of my mind. I gave these things willing, gladly as offerings in Philo's name.
I have no more tears to give. Nothing else to give. Now only my voice can express my pain. I wake up, screaming in the darkness of