Dark
I know…
I’ve known for a long time now…
The only question…
When did I die?…
Its been so long…
Living without life…
You might call me a zombie. But I don’t think I can be qualified in such a way. You may even call me undead. But the undead live more vibrant lives than the one it seems I am…living…
What is between the zombie and the undead? Is there a name for such a creature?
No inspiration.
No satisfaction.
No love.
No joy.
No hate.
No pleasure.
No motivation.
No pain.
…only the dark…
Its everywhere I am.
Does it follow me? Or am I the source? Or is it just that I am the only one who can see the dark?
Is it in everyone?
I wonder…
I am full to bursting…
the dark fills me…
soon nothing will remain…
…what kind of creature…am I?
