Shards of Glass
I am sitting in the dark, go figure. It's norrmal, my step dad seemingly hates the light. The dark just allows the pain of the shards to peirce my soul far deeper than the serface, while the cold quite from my side seems to slowly choke my heart. I wake in the night only to find the gerbils in there place, and the spot next to me cold and empty. But this is normal, but far worse when Ayato is gone. My room becomes a crypt that holds my dieing flesh, that waits to waste to nothing. But please if you know me, know not to worrie. If you can tell from my cryptic writing I have fallen from the view of grace, but I fight for my place among friends and thieves. Ayato if you read this please do not worrie, for my heart is always yours, and I will be waiting for you to get back.
Christof
