Sitting in a dark room, with only a few candles to bring life to the catacombs of my thoughts, I ponder on whether to leave the cage I was encased in by my own mind.
The tiny claws of rats and mice scurried in and out of the chamber. A drip of water continuously falling from the ceiling creating a never ending lake. My eyes darted after dancing shadows of the nightlife. I await the moon's appearance, the one I call to every night, in hopes that my love will come back to me. The call, as I know, may never be answered.
I am drawn to a cold, hard feeling around my wrists, enclosed on my ankles, strapped to my throat. The feelings of rusted metals restraining my every movement. I was just a prisoner of myself. I was not worthy to roam about my home of green anymore. I had been accused, I had been mocked, I had been beaten. My fears stood out to the world I once belonged to, and they used those malignant scars to take me down... And I let them. It seemed like a last hope to be taken away. All I could rely on was the hope of being alone when I passed on into my final rest. In a lonesome place where I would no longer hurt the ones I cared about.
Much had changed around me before I saw my future of being hated and cast away. The ones who raised me, why, they barely spoke to me unless they had no choice, and I did not see it. The elders of my home, they called me treacherous and they said I was an unpleasant boil in their midst. Even the children glared at me like I was a disgusting thing. And that's when I knew, my life was over. Why did this have to happen? Why me? I just feel pure emptiness now. The only thing I have left... Is the moon... My love.
"Who am I?" Some of you may wonder. If I knew I would tell you myself. But now I am not so sure of my broken mind anymore. All that rings in my head as to who I am... Is... The Impure One.
