The Darkness


Give yourself 10 minutes. This is a free write. Just jot shit down as it comes to you. No editing, just post whatever came out. 

And here’s what you’re going to write about:

Do you have a dark side?

Yes. There has always been a darkness inside of me. It is a place that I dislike visiting and often avoid, but is an essential part of who I am. There is no avoiding it. There is a Dark Pasenger that travels with me. His voice speaks to me of voilence and paranoia. He is everything that I hope I will not become. Yet he compells me to subcome to him. He is the monster that I fear I have already become. All my hate. All my fear. Everything inside of me that I wish I couldn’t be. All that I wish could always stay in the shadows. But it is there. I do hate. I judge. I have fears. I have violence in my heart. I have a rage that cries out in agony that it is denied. There have been times that the darkness has over come me and I slide away into it. Those were the times that the monster rose up from the shadows of my heart and came into the real world. Too bad the body doesn’t change in appearance like a werewolf. Too bad no one can see that I am no longer me. How could they know? How could they see behind the black eyes and that venom? It is something that has always been carried inside of me and I dread it’s calling. When the energy purs in and I can feel the rising tide, I know that he is coming with it. There is always that rage that will wash over everything before me in a blind tidal wave. It has no claws nor teeth, but it destros no less efficently. It kills the heart with cutting words. It shatters the hopes with violence. It smashes and destroys everything that I wish I could be. I want you to hate me for it being within me. I want you to love me for not letting it win. I want you to know me, but that means meeting him. How can I take you there? How can I let you

And time’s up!

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