The look inside your eyes
Drives me from control
Evoking visions of my favorite casserole
And if i eat your heart
I'll also eat your soul
And when Im done with that Ill use your skull as a bowl
I am a creature who's gone by... many names, in my life time. Demon, witch, shape shifter, werewolf, soul eater. But my favorite, and preferred if you will, is skin-walker. Regardless of what you call me, to put simply, is something to be feared.
I couldn't tell you the year I stumbled into this new lifestyle of mine, or even my age at the time of my damnation. No, it's been far too long for me to retain such trivial facts. Though, I do recall killing my family with a blade of some form. Decades had passed before the firearm was invented, so many years after the weapon would have been of any use for me.
You see, weapons of any caliber have been useless to me since that blissful day of my formation; and they are useless to you as well if you happen to cross paths with me while I'm lustfully pinning for the thrill of the chase. That is to say of course, the only time you'll really know what it is that I truly am. We've gotten smarter, my species has. Adapted to the times much like you have my friend.
You've evolved to living in a city surrounded by people from all walks of life, to drive vehicles, and eat at fast food chains. To avoid those bad neighborhoods, and to pay your taxes on time yearly. And we? Well, we've evolved to walk amongst our busy little prey. To become a wolf in sheeps clothing, if you will. We wear modern clothes, and have learned the art of small talk, and flirting in order to get close to you.
But deep down, you'll always sense that dark haze of danger that looms around my kind. Your gut will tense, the hair on the back of your neck will rise with a chill, and your blood will race five times faster as your heart pangs with adrenaline... your body is telling you to run and hide from this person. Because this person is nothing short of pure evil.
But as you've adapted and conformed as society has asked you to; you have gotten soft, weak, and stupid.
You wave off your natural instincts, telling yourself you're just being ridiculous and unmoral. There's no such thing as evil, not in this world at least, and that these feelings are just petty and judgmental. That you should give every person a chance. But you shouldn't. The modern world has lied to you, unlike your instincts. The world has told you we don't have to worry about evil. That true evil is reserved for those who fall to hell, and that you have laws and police officers to protect you from psychopaths. These are all lies, though. And your instincts tried to warn you, but you refused to listen.
And that is why you've found yourself in my little game of cat and mouse with a terrible uneasy feeling boiling in your chest as you finally notice there's a dark shadow following closely behind you with unnatural glowing eyes.
Such a pity, though, this modern world.
I do love it when they fight back.
Playlist
Desolation Row -- My Chemical Romance
Lotion -- Greenskeepers
Monster -- Lady Gaga
Credits
Coding, Artwork, and Writing (unless otherwise noted) by
Andrea.
Nightmare Sheeta
