The Chosen

I used to love music. The way it rang through my ears and slowly made its way into my heart and then slowly but surely into my legs until I dance the night away. I used to enjoy the night adventures. Driving around, going to new places, running around the beach like an idiot, and being with all the people that I thought mattered to me. Now all I hear is the screams of millions and the dark in their eyes. The soul sucking darkness. The way they look so empty but so full of hatred. The way they look at you could make you scared of the dark forever. The screams are ear piercing. As one by one they die. Stabbed, shot, and neck snapped. There is no music or night. There is screams and darkness. I guess that's all my life has come to.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.