Emptiness clouds my vision of the world that is and yet to be. Unsure of what lies ahead despite the idea of fate being similar to the strong roots of the tree.
The winds howl fiercely in the night, the echoes of those terrible screams carrying on until the coming of first light. I know that I will never find peace again under the darkness of the dusk, for the screams continue on to the point of driving me to insanity and thus I do what I must.
I throw my head back and roar unto the heavens, beckoning it to come asunder till all the universe hears and acknowledges my presence. Yet it is but a far cry from the bitter truth of reality, as I have no recollection of any time that I felt a part of this world, sharing any resemblance to humanity.
It’s as if I exist on a different plane of existence. As if I am the only living thing in the world and that the rest are but ghosts of an empty shell that I can never truly be a part of regardless of my insistence. I feel that the only time they truly know I am ever there is when they hear my bellow of rage at why they don’t understand me, their reply, however, is to ignore my never-ending despair.
Monster. That is what they call me. Something that frightens small children in their nightmares and terrifies superstitious people unto disbelief. When the fighting comes, I am addressed but even then, they cease to understand why I always seem melancholic and emotionally repressed.
If I am nothing then I am their terror and they shall forever cower in despair. I am Grendel from the tale of Beowulf, I am Morgoth from the Lays of Beleriand, I am the Hellspawn sent from the fiery depths of Hades, I am the concept of horror and fear. I am the brutish fiend, I am the dark of the abyss, the crusher of dreams, stealer of hope. I am their creator and inevitable destruction. I am alone.
In this cycle of horror, I shall stay, trapped in this cold world where shadow and lie are left unturned every day. Till hatred consumes what’s left of me that man rejected, or till I try living my life from a slightly different perspective.