La oscuridad en mi

The Darkness in me

     I'm delighted when my neighbors look at me wondering why I love wearing black clothes and ankle boots. Appearing weird or strange gives me that halo of mystery that really pleases me.

     When I, by a rare occasion, stop by to speak with somebody, I carefully choose every word while my interlocutor consistently struggles with the task of deciphering the true meaning behind what I say. I truly enjoy staring at him and then I accuratly detail his face in search of signs of surprise and amazement.

      My threatening and intriguing smile, puzzles attractive women I yearn to conquer. It arises on them combined feelings of uneasiness and fear, since they do not know what to expect as they loose track of themselves while they get increasingly perplexed.

      If my sick interest in the Deep Web unsettles many people and provokes itches on my peers, what do you want me to say? I was born this way!  

     At the end of the day, why am I to blame? After all, it's just the darkness in me...