Beastly

How long as it been since the sun shown through my window and I felt its warmth, all the happiness it could bring. How long have a crept these halls? I dare not wake the beast. His very footsteps are enough to curdle your blood. They pound their way, inch by inch closer to your doom. To the place you feel most comfortable, he attacks your mind and your home. Your very being, everything you thought you were is ripped from your flesh and it crumbles beneath his roar.

So I creep. I keep my distance. I smile. I lay in my coffin and wander around my tomb. I occupy my time staring at all the things I had once hoped to accomplish. I make too much noise if I try anything else. I live in this fantasy world I created for myself. It is there that I am happy. It is here that I am doomed to perish. Maybe I already have. Maybe I'm no longer the potential I once was so many years ago. Perhaps now I am just a lump, a lump full of nothing more than puss and disappointment.

His mistress may be worse. She bathes in her own sweet words and ignorance. Her pessimism is enough to drive you crazy. Assuming your crazy enough to listen to her for that long. She likes to pretend she is also a part of the beast. His right hand man. This couldnt be more from the truth. Manipulation and persuasion. Fear. Need I say more? Can she not see that she too is just a pet? We all are. As long as were here, we are not human. Nothing but an object that he can toy with. Command. Control.

I dare not rebel. I've seen the real beast. He'll suck up every ounce of life you posess. But its never enough, hes never full. Hes never satisfied. Hes never happy.

And so I creep.