I, a Broken Child

My world is that of a smashed snow globe. Un wanted and dangerous. The beauty surrounded by the sharp shards of glass hurting anyone who attempts to come near it.

Water in the snow globe drains as does my energy and will power to take the next step.

The flakes of glitter which once represented the beautiful snow in the globe now cover every surface in which the snow globe has touched like the blood of all those who I know.

My life is like that of the king on a chess board. I move my pawns and remove the pawns of all of my enemies sacrificing all those who are needed without second thought.

Even as the bodies of the dead pile up I will survive being victorious sat upon a thrown. I shall be the king who says check mate to all those who challenges him and I shall be a force to be reckoned with.

But truly sat upon that that thrown is I no more than a lost young broken soul. Young and pure even through all that has faced it but it is fragile and can brake at any moment.

The soul emits pride and confidance while drowning in its own worries and past. The soul is smart and cunning and mischievous but afraid.

This is the soul in which my demon craves and I have traided with him for my own revenge. Without this traid I would be no more than an unclaimed corpse rotting while bugs and animals feast on the decaying matter as if it where the most devine of feasts.

I am on borrowed time as it is so I must use every ounce of my being to locate those who have wronged me and make them pay for what they have done to my familie.

Now demon I command you, aid my quest and be my main pawn in this chest match. As other pawns betray me or die under my orders you shall continue to fight in my name and under my full control.

You shall never lie nor betray me. You shall follow my orders as if they were law.

You demon will play as my butler but truly you are my weapon until my goal is complete and you devour my soul.

So tell me demon.

Are you truly who you portray you are and are you too, more dimentional than you seem?

I see the flaws in your act and notice the quirks in your personality. I can't help but laugh at how human you act at times for a being so shrowded in darkness. I often wonder who you truly are.

But to be honest neither of us at this point probably know for certain who or what we are. As we become one with the roles we play slowly the lines between fact and fiction blur into that of an illusion.

And it is that illusion which keeps us safe.

The End