The fog rolls in over the treetops in billows leaving hardly any sight. A log in the fire made it warm enough for us to survive the night. When I realized that I had no true friends I was already injured and alone. Desolate and broken with no one to cry to and no place to call my home. Everything taken I don't live anymore I wander through space and time. I never know when the end is coming but I'm never afraid of what I might find. I've been made a mockery of for so long I even poke at myself so I can keep laughing. I'm so misunderstood that I'm always hated and plotted on during each passing. As my Angel shivers against the cold concrete we try to find a moments sleep. I try to think of things to be grateful for to keep myself from starting to weep. I know that we have made mistakes and it's my karma that hasn't finished being paid. I know it's why I will die in isolation and somewhere in hell my soul will be laid. I have one and only wish that I pray would somehow, some way come true. For everyone to know the truth and beauty inside me and the love I held for all of you.