I am screaming. Do they hear?
My darkness sits on my shoulder. He mocks me. He distorts my careful thoughts. He is beautiful. He is hideous. He is quick with his slow mastering of my self.
I love him. He is evil. I love him that I may hate him. He has seeped into my veins to drink upon my life. Manipulation is the tool of his craft. Lies are his armor, but I have found the gaps. I have flung myself upon his sword and my blood has seeped into those gaps so that I may learn of his true race.
I know him. He is the darkness beneath my mask.
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