I would like to speak of the side of me that tends to remain hidden to most people. The darkness that has lived in my soul for many years. When he shows his face you cannot see it. You may feel it, you may hear him, but your eyes cannot see him. He looks like me, but does not desire and think like me. He is sometime described as the darkness that accompanies me on day to day activities. Most of the time I am not even aware of him. Yes, I may hear occasional whispers from him, possibly even visual flashes, or possible futures. However for the most part he is kept under strong lock and key. There have been some that have been able to bring him out to play and when that happens he cannot be controlled without much struggle from me.
The few that have seen him either embrace him or become his victims. Only through physical sacrifice can he be appeased, but appeased only temporarily. It’s only a matter of time before he reveals himself to me and demands satisfaction through whatever means possible. To the people who trust him, they are fools… some have seen his will and desire to feed his craving, but that only feeds the beast without banishing him for long. Once he has tasted, he desires more of the forbidden fruit. For those that do resist or put up a struggle, that only serves to challenge this monster to show his dominance over a weaker prey.
Yes, most of the time I can control him and that is for the best, but one day I might not have the strength and it worries me what I will become.
“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson