He wraps his villainous talons against the pit of my stomach, with all intent to tear me open. And from my entrails, the demon arises. He's not me, not what I used to be. He wears my heart like a trophy, dangling it before my very own dying eyes. I once loved, and that love diminshed, and with its demise I coiled myself into a hollow shell, becoming this beast. Though I created this wretched creature, he is mine, and now he has the reigns. We fuel each other with endless loathing and self pity. He controls me as if I were his little marionette. Despite how vile and evil he may be, he is certainly no novice puppet master. Love is what seperates man and beast, I long to love, to be human once more. Unfortunately, the vacant space that once nurtured my beating heart has been bled dry. I spare no emotions, wept not a single tear. The only shred of humanity I still clung to was desire and envy. I desire everything a mortals life has to offer, and envy everyone who has the privilege to have it.