Riddick....
Even after all this time, his name still echoes in my mind when I lay down at night.
Memories of a fucked up childhood, and the murderer who became my Saviour are always there.
As I lay here in the darkness, in the pitch black I've come to ache for, I wonder.
Where is he? Does he think of me? Does he love me?
The thought is quickly scrapped and thrown away. Ridiculous.
We're talking about Riddick for God sakes!
But...the feelings I took with me after we escaped...
Those are undeniable.
Once, years ago...I confessed all of this to a very dear friend.
"How could you love a murderer? A serial killer! "
I've asked myself a thousand times, and always came up with the same answer.
Everyone else is wrong.
The Riddick I saw...and Fry saw him too...
He's not what they all made him out to be.
Murderer. Heartless. Self-Centered. Cold.
Murderer maybe...only Riddick knows for sure...
But those othe things...all lies.
Even an animal has a soul....and his was bared to me.
Even after all this time, his name still echoes in my mind when I lay down at night.
Memories of a fucked up childhood, and the murderer who became my Saviour are always there.
As I lay here in the darkness, in the pitch black I've come to ache for, I wonder.
Where is he? Does he think of me? Does he love me?
The thought is quickly scrapped and thrown away. Ridiculous.
We're talking about Riddick for God sakes!
But...the feelings I took with me after we escaped...
Those are undeniable.
Once, years ago...I confessed all of this to a very dear friend.
"How could you love a murderer? A serial killer! "
I've asked myself a thousand times, and always came up with the same answer.
Everyone else is wrong.
The Riddick I saw...and Fry saw him too...
He's not what they all made him out to be.
Murderer. Heartless. Self-Centered. Cold.
Murderer maybe...only Riddick knows for sure...
But those othe things...all lies.
Even an animal has a soul....and his was bared to me.