My darling, my beast. He growls and beats the chains that he is forever enslaved too. He can feel the rage over his vains and his misanthrope gaining strength.
No one wants to be close when he transforms, fearing his glare, rage and power.
She listened to his growls and howls from the distance and his raging screams makes her heart vibrate with ease. While feeling scared and not very useful she began trying to communicate with his heart.
Cause even in full darkness and madness she would still feel his weak and pleading soul asking for help.
I have a hypothesis,
maybe the words we don’t speak
are held in our insides.
Creating similar copies of ourselves.
Each one of those copies
having their own thought and feelings.
These “clones” will be waiting,
to get attention of their creator.
Each creator see them as shadows
they must not get out,
because there is always the fear of what
the world will say about them.
Each part don’t understand
That is when conflicts appear.
The clones will began to hold grudge,
against their creator.
Until they become what their initiator saw them as,
If only those shadows that were created,
remained as just shadows
but they don’t.
Shadows will began to get stronger,
feeding from our insecurities and fears.
Shadows later on will be
Demons that will be hidden,
in the darkest parts of us.