rain

Lighting comes as a flash of light.

Thunder comes in a boom of might.

The wind howl's like a wolf in the night.

The rain comes down as a roar of fright.

These are the sacred sounds of a stormy night.

They mix together like a Werewolves bite.

They would make a superstitious person die of fright.

These are the sacred sounds of a storm in the night.

how cares

What is the point of having friends if they do nothing but treat you like a fucking slave? All they do is break around and wait you to jump every time they call. I would rather be alone with my cats there truly enjoys your company. Most of the time I feel like that I am that toy in the back of the dresser that accumulate dust, but is brushed and played with of every once and a while because the toys are busy. would prefer to be on my own then with a bunch of fakes.