RioDragon

There once existed a dog. He was by no stretch of imagination the best looking. He was a mutt. No pedigree, no signs of a great upbringing. In fact, he was a stray... Born and raised on the streets, his parents and siblings never cared too much for him, far too occupied with their own needs and endeavors. And so, it was early on that he parted ways with them... Seeking his means to survive. As time had past and he had gotten used to taking care of himself, he began to notice the dangers of the outside world... More and more, he took note of other, better-looking dogs that spent all of their days cared for and sheltered. Oh, how much he had g

In the end, Mars is just a rock. A rock covered in sand, Made of worn, Rusty, Iron. That said, It can't control me. Only I can, And that's a point of pride. I sting as much as I will, I pinch as much as I will, And I'll sleep in your sandals As much as I will. Thankfully, I often choose to be benevolent. Only I can choose my morals, And that's a point of pride. I may be passionate, I may be persistent, Obsessive, Loyal, And manipulative all in one. But I am that and more. If Mars is meant to restrict me, It has failed miserably. Can the same be said Of it's rusty sand?

Will you be there with me when nobody else will? Will you be there to keep me in check? I think someone has to. Will you be there to keep me safe from myself? Will you be there to give me the courage I don't have? I think someone has to. Because I can't do this All alone. Will you be there to assist when I have no strength left to keep fighting for what we both believe in? I think someone has to. Will you be there to help us hold onto our ground when the whole world has tanks and all we have is eachother? I think someone has to. Because, otherwise, we're all fighting for nothing.