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M o n s t e r s

Yoko

When I was younger, I feared the darkness. It was a delusion, my way to run away from what I didn't understand.

But now I've seen the void for what it is. It's not terrifying in the least bit. It's lonely, unable to see the light in one's eyes, hiding from the spotlight, I explored the void inside his soul.

And I felt lonely.

So I held him tight. I made sure he knew he wasn't alone. I apologized. I cried.

I was selfish. I tore into him leaving nothing but a bottomless pit. Back then I was only thinking about myself, running towards what I thought I could solve... and running from what I felt was impossible.

But as I held him in my arms, he didn't run away as I did. He accepted me. He took me for what I was, and was fine with that.

~*~

I remembered when times were simpler. We didn't lash out at the city to survive. We took what we needed and left innocents be.

But just who's innocent anymore?

I can hear their prayers. I listen to the fights. I can see the tainted humanity.

And what are we? Monsters. We lurk in the shadows and prey on the weak. We hold ourselves superior in order to find a sense of normality.

Normal. What is normal?

Some say, that anyone who is gifted, has sonething wrong inside of them.

Perhaps that's true. Maybe my flaw is the creatures in my mind. They feast on my psyche, clouding my judgement.

I'm a fool after all. I follow what I desperately believe in tossing consequences to the side. Maybe that's what's wrong with me.

I blindly follow my gut instinct. Though maybe what I follow is the wrong path. What do I do then?

My monsters just continue to devour me. They tear me apart piece by piece. Relentless carnivores enthralled by the hunt.

At this point, I'm going to become a hollow shell of my former self.