Darkness. Home. MY world. This is where I belong, this is where I was born. Born into darkness, into fear, into death. But I have claimed the darkness for myself, I have BECOME the darkness; I have become its embodyment....the night.
As I stand here on an urban cliff of cement and steel, observing my domain, I feel complete. Who would have thought that a young rich boy would have embraced the abyss of the night over the bright lavishness of the life of a playboy? Those who think they know me, the part of me visible to the light, think that I am still that rich boy, grown up, if only in body as much as they think. Let them. That boy died long ago, lost to the darkness. But in my death as a boy, I wa resurrected from the darkness; a spawn of the night.
I think of that night. So many have passed since that night of death and rebirth. I was not the only victim of the darkness that night. What was once my family, my only ties to the light, were lost. I remember the ally. They will always be emissaries of the darkness to me. Specters who lure innocents into the abyss. My parents fell victim to its trap. Something was there, waiting for them. A creature of the night, a phantom of the darkness who stalked the streets. But it wasnÕt me. Not yet. I was still a young boy, not aware of the darkness and the evil that inhabited it. The creature was what my parents called a mugger, a being of pure evil that no boy should ever cross paths with. But me, being ignorant of the darkness, did not know anything of evil. I was about to learn.
Shots. ThatÕs all I was aware of for a long time, but then it all came to me. The man wanted something from my parents, they gave it to him........and the night claimed its prey. They had done nothing wrong, innocents who had been devoured by the night. where was predator? He was there, looking at me, just a boy, easy pray for the darkness. But the predator did not strike. I remember the man just stood in front of me, my parents mutilated bodies sprawled at our feet, and he turned to walk away. But before he left, he took one last look at me, and smiled. Then I was alone, the darkness had claimed its third victim.
But that night, the darkness had made a mistake. Now here I am, the embodiment of the night, laying in wait... for MY prey......
As I stand here on an urban cliff of cement and steel, observing my domain, I feel complete. Who would have thought that a young rich boy would have embraced the abyss of the night over the bright lavishness of the life of a playboy? Those who think they know me, the part of me visible to the light, think that I am still that rich boy, grown up, if only in body as much as they think. Let them. That boy died long ago, lost to the darkness. But in my death as a boy, I wa resurrected from the darkness; a spawn of the night.
I think of that night. So many have passed since that night of death and rebirth. I was not the only victim of the darkness that night. What was once my family, my only ties to the light, were lost. I remember the ally. They will always be emissaries of the darkness to me. Specters who lure innocents into the abyss. My parents fell victim to its trap. Something was there, waiting for them. A creature of the night, a phantom of the darkness who stalked the streets. But it wasnÕt me. Not yet. I was still a young boy, not aware of the darkness and the evil that inhabited it. The creature was what my parents called a mugger, a being of pure evil that no boy should ever cross paths with. But me, being ignorant of the darkness, did not know anything of evil. I was about to learn.
Shots. ThatÕs all I was aware of for a long time, but then it all came to me. The man wanted something from my parents, they gave it to him........and the night claimed its prey. They had done nothing wrong, innocents who had been devoured by the night. where was predator? He was there, looking at me, just a boy, easy pray for the darkness. But the predator did not strike. I remember the man just stood in front of me, my parents mutilated bodies sprawled at our feet, and he turned to walk away. But before he left, he took one last look at me, and smiled. Then I was alone, the darkness had claimed its third victim.
But that night, the darkness had made a mistake. Now here I am, the embodiment of the night, laying in wait... for MY prey......