Dagger Akuro *Full Biography* by TravelerAoi, literature
Literature
Dagger Akuro *Full Biography*
Only sixteen years ago no one would have expected what was to be thrust upon the land in not that much of time... In the pack of Silhouette, lead by a huge black male, Coal.
A expecting female, Silo gave birth to three pups. One of these three, squirming balls of fur was named Dagger. For her piercing blue eyes. Little did anyone come to notice that she was no doubt spawned from the deepest pits of Hell. Not at first however. She was just like a regular wolf pup. Curious, adventurous and playful. She rassled with her siblings. If not a little roughly. But she didn't notice. She was just having fun...
Though she eventually started to notice
I hate this thing inside of me
conceived from loneliness.
The straining storm against my body threatening to break free;
To rip my stomach open and
To rip my heart out too.
And so the show begins
The divine audience watches
silently
intently
from the clouds above
The puppeteer begins his motions
bringing life to the inanimate
Controlling his Marionette
with strings of air
and consistent rhythm
He knows this all too well
He has done this before
He has practiced this many times
He calls himself Fate
Alone he designed the script
He keeps his audience in suspense
as they anticipate his next move
It will make for another great show
I am the Marionette
controlled by his invisible strings
manipulated to his amusement
I put on a show for the audience
They laugh at my jokes
They applaud my success
They cry for my l
Maybe I should have questioned
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
but hair,
makeup,
and boys
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
doing homework,
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
clink
clink
clank
and maybe t
I wallow shamefully
In stagnant words
Unwilling, to pry my limbs
From their homes
Of squalor and strife
I writhe on
Defiantly
As I sink into a servile night
Convening
With the merciless cold
With the starved and infertile ground
My cherished worlds
Were always fated
To dwell
In the binds of fear
To feed the inner villain
So he may spring
From the hull
Of my hollowed flesh
My dreams
Are but hopeless fodder
For an empty struggle
So juvenile, so lost
From a Nest of Satisfaction by Loftydreams101, literature
Literature
From a Nest of Satisfaction
‘Woe is me’
Beckons untrue
From these privileged lips
From a nest of satisfaction
Where the cold
Never dares to intrude
Yet my cries
Are far from withering
For they ascend proud
And swelled with suffering
‘Woe is me’
Lies dormant
On placid ivory
Scratched into being
By these eager
And privileged hands