the "Tallamant"

Sometimes breathing may be the hardest thing to do for the tortured. Scattered in endless shreds of filth and lust of creatures perplexed of natural desires. How something could be so cold and never feel the pain it leaves behind, the tears I show for it has no emotion with no soul. The plethora of damage it takes and destroys every happiness in one’s esteem. He just left of a hurried matter and never once looked back, for he knew she would always be in tears and did not show the ignorance on his expressions but yet a solid tone and nevertheless an astonished look of accomplishment to feel like the ignorance he should of felt……….Live moves on, the trees grow into strong broad shadowy oxygen for breath, flowers blooming with every scorching color of what makes life beautiful, and children into young men and women……I shall claim exactly what is mine and never turn back, being able to know exactly why he had been sent away from the very earth from my life, for I was only with the barrier of children while he shared foolishness with other children barriers, never giving the respect a woman should deserve…….the “Tallamant” is what he’s known for, and to be known when I finish him off to be fed on. He deserves nothing but the anguish, the torture, and the hard scorch of suffering that was built upon me without consent…….He shall be punished.