In the darkness were horrible sights,
things burned into my eyes,
they seem beautiful now,
twisting my thoughts,
eating my soul...
I was always with everyone,
every time, hearing scorn,
melting into myself, away from the lambent light,
shuttering at the touch of humanity,
driving myself into this...
Alive and alone will be my existence,
forever cursed in this vessel,
torn between wanting death or power,
secretly wanting that of my other,
not knowing when I have it...
Is it love that I seek,
love that will destroy me in my sleep,
in my restless dreams it takes me in it's arms,
only to wake started at the touch of her upon my burning skin,
I stave off her presence only to make myself long for it...
Can anyone who is truly powerful shed their emotions like a snake sheds skin,
ripping it from their flesh only to open new wounds,
marks that will be there forever on their skin and in their soul,
Do I truly not feel,
Can I make myself not want that which all need...
Can I denature my humanity,
Can I bring forth the daemon within me,
I will sell my soul to Takhisis,
I will don the black robes of evil,
But am I truly thus?