W.I.P
For some I am nothing more than a sweet release, for others I am something that ruins their life as well as the one that takes it from them. Am I nothing more than death? All I ever seem to do is stand waiting for minutes, days, weeks, or years. Waiting for the time to take away from you the thing which you hold dearest. Perhaps this is why most humans hate me. I too have seen horrible things, I have existed longer than anything currently alive on this planet after all. But why is it that I am something to fear? For I am not the one who is bringing death to so many of your kind, it’s your species that is.













