glass shattered...

i watched the young boy punch out the windows and felt pain for him as the pieces hit the pavement... what torture creates this anger inside someone so young? i meant to end his suffereing but couldn't bring myself to cut into him... i moved on and found a sleeping whore, i'm sure she won't mind the break... i'm heading back to the castle shortly, but before i go i must mention that i saw Him tonight, He was watching me... and i only wished i could go to Him... i wish there was a way to make that journey safely... but there is so much history between us already standing in the way... maybe it will never be...