The owner of the mansion was walking towards the door, knife in hand. As he got closer to the door he could hear strange sounds. He opened the door; the man was performing a ritual with ornaments and strange smelling potions. The sorcerer man had boarded with the owner for three months now. He decided, for the sake of his family, that he had to get rid of the wizard man.
The sorcerer didn’t notice the owner until he was on top of him. The man, pointing the blade, threatened and motioned him to get in the small closet. He locked the door and left the room.
When I was sad
I thought myself trapped for a lifetime
The overly serious presentation of my problems
Felt the need for constant seeking of reassurance
The mind grows tired
Of excuses and boredom
When I was rescued
I felt myself saved for a lifetime
The unusual social withdrawal when I’m in distress
Felt the need to rejoice and shed my guarded behaviors
The soul grows tired
Of pain and loneliness