The daylight has become a foreign substance to me. Oh sure I remember it, but now that I cannot bask within its warmth, I've begun to forget how it feels. So long have I dwelled in the darkness, surfacing only when the cusp of dusk has broken. I sometimes feel as though my freedom has been taken from me, but then I remember all that I've been given; all which I now can do.
I will thank my master later. For it is she whom has given me this wonderful gift. Will I turn on her? Never. It is a thought which has only crossed my mind once, and I quickly dismissed it due to the realization of its childish importance. So what if the daylight has been taken from me, I have been given the gift of night in return.
It's time to hunt and feed.
I feel the gnaw.
Farewell for now.
My soul is my own. Nothing nor anyone can take it from me. Not even god has power over it. It is affected by me and only me due to the fact that it is me. To think that any contract or hearsay could take it, is ludicrous. To think that because i live between the threshold of life and death, that i am evil, is ludicrous. You fools who think you are evil incarnate, I laugh at. "Idiots." There is no such thing as pure black and white. We live in a world of color. Life or death is infinite.
We who walk the earth forever know, we who walk the line between life and death understand this. Thankfully you posers who think themselves true evil, will perish with the rest of the ignorant. I applaud your meaningless life. I've met so many of your kind in the past, and know so many of you now. If you think what I tell you now is false, pursue your childish beliefs at your own risk.
I will smile and wave to you as you drowned yourself in ignorance. Farewell.
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