How Far Can I Go Before I Become a Monster?
I’ve taken many lives
I’ve seen shadows erupt from the light
I’ve seen the darkest parts of my psyche
Is there still any good left inside of me?
I took Zypher’s life without a second thought
I pushed away my loved ones
I’ve ran for miles, hoping to one day be caught
But they never come
Monsters aren’t born, they are made
Am I slowly being molded into a monster
Like a ball of clay?
“Ekleipsis. I’m not the monster in this story… right?”
I ask not for a true answer
But a reassurance to tell me that I’m not wrong.
Even if I’m not right either…
Oh, Emmanuel. You aren’t close to being a monster
I’ve seen many monsters, you don’t even fit in the category
Trust me boy, for I am the dark side of the eclipse
Submit to my power and you will never fear the dark
Shadows weave themselves around me
Trying to drown me
Trying to take me in…
But they’ll never beat me
No matter how hard they break me
If I become a monster—
I’ll become one by my own terms
I stand at the edge of the cliff
The waves crashing against the basalt beneath me
The mist spraying up at me
A hand touches my shoulder—
But when I reach back to touch it
There is no one there
Am I truly alone here?
Am I too far gone?
Have I breached insanity?
Have I finally found nihility?
Will this be my final stand?
Ekleipsis, you have taught me much
It is an honor
To be adorned with the genius of a god
But when does intelligence breed insanity?
When does anger become a bloodbath?
When does the light become something darker?
When will I become a monster?
How far can I go?
Then that’s when it happened
When my foot crossed the ledge
They told me I was dancing far too close to the edge
I feel Ekleipsis consume me
Or is it my darker side
Finally being brought to the light?
Is it truly night?
Or can I not see
Past the shadows that stand in front of me