((Prowling))

Mood: hopeless 
Book: tales of power
Music: siempre me quedará 


Stealthily it approaches and catches me off-guard..
It devours my soul,
It prowls the hells
                              Where I shelter my pain...

I feel weak,
          I believe I will not make it!

My body aches,
                         The feeling is too deep that...
                          It sunders the marrow...