AN: Well, it's been an awfully long time since I've written anything…years actually. Writer's block is a terrible, terrible thing. :c And though I'm pleased that something actually flowed out of that dense head of mine, I'm not too sure about this piece. Too melodramatic? Though I wanted to portray Edwards darkest feelings….I feel like I missed it. Oh well, I tried. That's what counts, yes? Heh, most of what I've written has been with Original characters - so getting into character is something is new to me.
I am a monster.
A prisoner to this world.
A disease without a cure.
I tell myself that I'm better than what I really am. …A lie that is. What justifies a killer?
I thirst for what I once was…and who I love.
Pain was something I didn't get the luxury of losing when I died. It stayed, burning itself to me. Now I only exist; trapped in my own hell.
The frustration is overwhelming; never being able to wake from this constant nightmare.
I find myself wishing for death. To sleep eternally; what a joyous thing!
An escape from my cage. Away from the demon that is reflected back at me.
Forever I will be the one who cries, but doesn't bleed.
Who can't bleed…
I am a monster.
Forever I will be hallow.
A disease.
I despise me.
Fin.
R&R if you like. It would be appreciated.