Hope is something given to those who deserve it. A monstrosity which somehow has been given the right to exist could not behold such a sacred treasure. All I am is a feral element of nature, a weapon to those who desire power and domination. They use me for whatever amusement they find in this dismal world and cast me away when I become a nuisance.
No matter how they tried to be rid of me, however, there still flickered inside me a soulless flame that had no origin of finite measures. And thus, it could not be so easily hidden or put out. I unleashed the hell they had planted in me and relinquished my vengeance.
But just a silent, forlorn glance from you killed whatever fire I once possessed with the countenance of armies. How could I resist the promise you so passively made? The days spent in bemusement, the nights spent in hourless passion...you left me so much more to cling to then you realized. No matter what I do, I can't forget the enthralling sensation of just being near you. It was absolute peace, endearing euphoria, and then the savage spirit which possessed my senses and could not be quelled or brushed away.
My battling heart fought for relevance in an eternal quest which you offered. The light would come from your eyes like the sun breaking amongst storm clouds and whatever warriors still remained could not do anything but fall to their knees in an arduous plea for mercy.
How I hate you...loathe you. I wish there was nothing left but your still-beating heart between my fingers and labored breathing upon my neck. I want to be inside you as you die, feeling every last moment as if it were me being torn away from this world. This is how I define beauty, how I feel love. There are no more foolish knaves to play, no more plots for the fearless wanderers who go unknowingly to their end.
"I was born alone, and I will die alone. This is my destiny."
...and then your hazed words...
"I don't believe in destiny, then..."
Such simple words bring me an unwarranted emotion that surpasses even my own comprehension of what I am. For that is the unending question, isn't it? I see nothing in myself that is worth preserving, so in solace I search for what I desire and make it suffer. If just for a moment, saturated by the cleansing sacrifice of innocence, perhaps the monster inside would be satisfied and I could live free.
"You are nothing without me!"
it warns...and then I return here once again. Carefully, you clean the blood from my hands and kiss me still – how I must taste like the dead, reek of the evil which rots inside – but your unwavering eyes seem to find a piece of human that is left, hidden beneath the rugged stones...upon which are engraved my curse.