11.20.12 (4j4me)

Bitten by the dog from hell,
Touched by the hand of God,
Lost in the muddle of love unrequited...
We are all bound to the useless notion that someone will appear to relinquish our troubles and return what we feel we've lost. Foul temptations rear their heads when we feel it most. When you feel it, be weary, when you see it, be still; be vengeful in words if you must, but be grateful to know what hell feels like.