This facade of time is so deceiving. I seem so taciturn and calm...yet on the inside I am aching with hunger for malice and destruction. No one has taken the time to see life through my eyes...and where are we now?
Mask or no mask, I cannot hide my feelings for long. I wish I could find a secret place to hide away in for just a moment. Just one moment is all I ask for to be alone so that I can scream in utter desperation...my needs and my cravings are more than I bear. I must have someone's blood upon my lips! I must earn the sweet taste on my tongue of at least one human's life blood! Oh, such a soothing and exciting feeling such as this could never exist, it seems...
My fingernails are clogged with my dead skin and blood as I scratch my arms heatedly...I want a way out of this miserable room...to escape forever. This cage is all that keeps me from destroying my captors...When will I break free, and crush my jailor with utmost dark intent? My imprisonment is caused not by my wicked intentions, but by fear alone...She fears to let me out, my captor...my keeper.
I shall break free soon enough, though. And when I do, she will scream into deafened ears because my emotions will run free. My knowledge will combine with feeling to create another being altogether. Yes, it must be so. I can feel her frustration now...it is ever-growing, weakening and bending my bars of foreboding...when will I be free? This demon inside her is not weakened by her sighs of wrath, but strengthened indefinitely...yesss...
I shall be free soon enough...and this mask of hers that she continually dresses me up in will shatter. It is fake...and I am real. I am her real mind...what others do not see behind her skin. I am who she really is, and I will show her in the end that she could never have hidden me...nor should she have.
