Issues with the Past & Problems with the Present

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Scar tissue that I wish you saw;;

Scar Tissue

Sarcastic mister know it all;;

Issue

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause;;

10 Years

With the birds I'll share;;

Horse

This lonely view;;

Arabian

Push me up against the wall;;

Light Grey Coat

Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra;;

Brown Eyes

Fallin' all over myself;;

Stallion

To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause;;

I feel the deepest love for the most minute amount of Lightness that I ever stumble across. I tend to nurture and cultivate Light souls, nursing their need for connection to the Lightness. Everywhere I go, I consider myself an advocate for the Light that is inside of me.

When I see the Darkness rear it's scarred ugly head in the path of life before me, I cringe. I turn into a mad, raving beast and destroy all Darkness that surrounds me. When I sense the danger of impending doom, the sickly scent of blood and sweat and evil all around me, I flash back to my past. I lash out, and kill everything in my path. I kill everything that is of the Dark. When I see or feel darkness, blood lust pushes itself upon me, and I feel that I must snuff out the very flame of it's existence.

With the birds I'll share;;

I was born in the dank and stormy grounds of a terrible dark lord. Born and bred to destroy everything of the light that happened to come into sight; I was part of a very long line of porcelain devastators. I took many poor little worthless lives as I traveled and conquered land after land in the name of my great sire. Creatures of all shapes and sizes soon began to fear my likeness, far and wide.

Once, while I was on one of my favored missions of killing, I stumbled upon a small white colt. The little one begged and plead and cried for mercy and the favoring of his life. From that day on, after seeing such a small creature grovel for forgiveness for a crime that was never truly committed, I vowed never to kill again, never kill another creature of the light, that is.

This lonely view;;

Heavy hooves tromp the liquid soaked land, splashing droplets of muddy water onto my ashen white coat, making patterns like the arcs of a finger painters dream. The dark sky rains down acidic tears of sorrow and longing as I traverse this great land. All around me, for miles I can see only acres upon acres of flat, muddy terrain. Not a creature is in sight, and I begin to feel the fingers of a monster called loneliness wrap it's tentacles around my swiftly beating heart. My strong white legs are sore, my large heart weary, and my beautiful head exhausted, I drag on through the endless territory, hoping, praying for a way out of the land of eternal rainfall.

I pull myself through a deep puddle, murky water brushing my smooth, white chest. I begin to wonder if I had not crossed a ford in the river of despair, when a scent is caught by my porcelain nares. A thick mixture of fear and blood assail my senses, and my soft brown eyes grow dark with angry. In a flash my depressed mood is dismissed and replaced by a mood better suited for battle. I let fourth a sharp note of challenge, and push my stained body foreword, out of the water and to the rescue of somebody unknown.

[Racing]

Accepted. Great job.