Aloneness. Darkness. That's all there ever is. That and blood. Bloodlust for my brother. It's all his fault anyways. All his fault this person I've become. I consist of hate, ice and murder. They all want me but they don't know me. They don't really care. If they did they would know I don't want their smiles and I don't want their fucking fan clubs. All I want is the end, to reach my goal, kill my brother, and end the dark. It smothers me. It's all I see. It's absorbed my soul over the years. I know longer feel. They all speak of love, the annoying happy people. Humph. Love. There is no such thing. No it's all just fake. Loved ones killing loved ones. That's all I know of love. Until recently anyways. Not that I would call the way I feel for him love. It's more a lessening of the usual hate. I do hate him though. Him and his stupid meaningless dreams. And that smile. It's so fake. Even I in my cage can see that. Inside he's dark like me and I hate that too. But what I hate the most is his light. Its hurts. It pierces me to the core that fucking light. And do you know why its there? Because he chose it to be. That makes me hate him so much. But the light. Oh how addicting. To be able to see again. I haven't really seen since that day when he took away my sight. But when I'm around him I see more than blood. I see more than the end. I see him. And I hate it. I need the darkness. Nothing can be allowed to touch the darkness. I need it to survive. It is me. But he brings light and it terrifies me. It terrifies me like that day terrifies me. But I can't get away. I'm so addicted to it I almost gave up the end. Can you believe that? I almost died to keep the light. And I hate that. I hate that weakness. All I need is the darkness. Fuck the light. That's why I hate him. That's why I hurt him. To destroy the light and reach the end. That's all that matters.