Monster
A monster don`t have feelings. It`s a stated fact right? A monster is of the cold hearted, homicidal kind.
They have no sense of emphaty; they care of no one but themselves. That is what has given them the name; Monster.
Strenght is something they thrive for, and power them will grab for.
Darkness seems to forever shroud them, the air freeze with their passing and anything they thouch break in half.
Their looming figure makes you feel small, unacomplished in the shadow of their wreathed greatness.
They watch a man, a small child die; perform the deed themselves, without batting an eye, no emotions.
Destruction follows in their wake.
Light hurts their eyes, not that of the sun (which they often evade), not the pale silver shine of the moon and it`s stars.
The inner light that glows so brightly from the heart, from a heart that is pure, unthouched by the malevolent intruder named Darkness.
The light of a lion, that so overpowers the black dephts of the Dark Angel.
It draws him in, despite the pain. His father had thaught him; Pain is Love`s constant companion. His Father, bearer of the Greatest Darkness, who found his light, the one that keeps him safe, the one with SkyBlue eyes and sun bleached hair.
The arms that is tanned from the sun and muscular from a hard days work, a mechanic.
He wants one of those. One of those that are filled to the brim with light, who can teach him of love, for he knows all of pain. His best friend.
Father was right; there is nothing but pain when he claims his light.
But after the Pain fades, and the darkness has been banished by the lion`s mighty roar, nothing but pleasure remains. Walls clench around him, crossed ankles push down on him and fingers tug hard at his long silver tresses.
And then there is Love.
Thank You So Much Just a Fan, for all your good advice and constructive critisism!
This little piece here is dedicated to you, hope you like it! (I did:p)