We were born into the night...
I sometimes wonder how narcissistic I must be... if I am in every single piece that I write... and its about my life... I don't know.
Things are hard right now. Really, very hard and Mrnonymous you are absolutely right I'm not a good person. We saved the house, but there is sooo much more to do. Things have to change now... its the end of the line.
Knowing that, that it's all about me and what I've seen and been through I guess you can interpret this accordingly
We were born into the night...
Some burn out, others simply fade away. Some, some supernova. Thats what you said. Thats what you said about me, with just a hint of reverance that day you touched my cheek. I remember how the anger swelled inside of me--so hard, so fast. I could scarcely conceal the sinister smile sliding 'cross my face, slipping from eyes to lips. Seems I lasted longer than you expected. Just outside the reach of extinction, lingering endangered. Like the wolf once doggedly hunted by man--never attacking until threatened though forever playing the big bad in our fairytales.
I remember thinking that you had no right to touch me. No right to me at all. You never had. In my mind the argument reeled out of control "I'm not a child anymore. You can't bully me. Monsters never scared me." Thats right you never frightened me , not all those years.
The hunger rises and burns my throat. Sitting here now each of my knees grinding into your shoulders, my full weight resting oppressively against your chest I have to wonder if your mind is filling in the blanks, fleshing out the story.
All those nights rattling your shudders, clawing at your window panes. Did you hear me howl your name? Watching you telling yourself it was just the wind as you double checked your locks. How many times did you throw the door open hoping beyond hope that it would be true? How many times did I just escape detection steps away in the dark only to come back to jimmy your locks and leave your door standing wide.
Yes, sitting here now I have to thank you for my cruel streak. Seems even monsters are afraid of the dark and oh how I enjoyed being that bump in the night for you.
And now I'm thinking how easy it would be to do away with you and be done with all this. So very, very easy. Yes, a simple thing. Life-- ever so frail, but then you know that. How many of us were ever strong enough, fast enough, intelligent enough to escape you? How many of us faced hell alone? Led there, held there by your hands. Your hands alone.
Hunted to damn near extinction. Wolves.
But I've a point to prove and your death is worth less than nothing.
So I can smile, stand, offer you a hand and walk away. Finally, really walk away.
No, I'm not afraid to turn my back on you. What more can you do to hurt me now? No, I've a point to prove and I was never afraid of monsters.
Love,
The Big Bad Wolf
P.S Just you keep watching, waiting for me to supernova.
Enjoy knowing that when I do I won't be the one obliterated.
Things are hard right now. Really, very hard and Mrnonymous you are absolutely right I'm not a good person. We saved the house, but there is sooo much more to do. Things have to change now... its the end of the line.
Knowing that, that it's all about me and what I've seen and been through I guess you can interpret this accordingly
We were born into the night...
Some burn out, others simply fade away. Some, some supernova. Thats what you said. Thats what you said about me, with just a hint of reverance that day you touched my cheek. I remember how the anger swelled inside of me--so hard, so fast. I could scarcely conceal the sinister smile sliding 'cross my face, slipping from eyes to lips. Seems I lasted longer than you expected. Just outside the reach of extinction, lingering endangered. Like the wolf once doggedly hunted by man--never attacking until threatened though forever playing the big bad in our fairytales.
I remember thinking that you had no right to touch me. No right to me at all. You never had. In my mind the argument reeled out of control "I'm not a child anymore. You can't bully me. Monsters never scared me." Thats right you never frightened me , not all those years.
The hunger rises and burns my throat. Sitting here now each of my knees grinding into your shoulders, my full weight resting oppressively against your chest I have to wonder if your mind is filling in the blanks, fleshing out the story.
All those nights rattling your shudders, clawing at your window panes. Did you hear me howl your name? Watching you telling yourself it was just the wind as you double checked your locks. How many times did you throw the door open hoping beyond hope that it would be true? How many times did I just escape detection steps away in the dark only to come back to jimmy your locks and leave your door standing wide.
Yes, sitting here now I have to thank you for my cruel streak. Seems even monsters are afraid of the dark and oh how I enjoyed being that bump in the night for you.
And now I'm thinking how easy it would be to do away with you and be done with all this. So very, very easy. Yes, a simple thing. Life-- ever so frail, but then you know that. How many of us were ever strong enough, fast enough, intelligent enough to escape you? How many of us faced hell alone? Led there, held there by your hands. Your hands alone.
Hunted to damn near extinction. Wolves.
But I've a point to prove and your death is worth less than nothing.
So I can smile, stand, offer you a hand and walk away. Finally, really walk away.
No, I'm not afraid to turn my back on you. What more can you do to hurt me now? No, I've a point to prove and I was never afraid of monsters.
Love,
The Big Bad Wolf
P.S Just you keep watching, waiting for me to supernova.
Enjoy knowing that when I do I won't be the one obliterated.