What is it that has always haunted your nightmares. The idea so intense that you can not even come to speak its name. Fore me it is the idea of loosing my duel with duality.
My Greatest Fear
This is a world of demented creatures
I fight the vicious creature that the rest of the world cannot see. I am the only thing standing between the people of this world and the murderous rage inside him. I envy those that never have to face him. He cares for no one but himself. He is ruthless, merciless, and sadistic. His only food is suffering. His only music the futile screams of his many victims with the last of their very breath. His only goal is destruction. His only dream is murderous rampage torturing all those in his way until their ultimate demise. He only leaves destruction in his wake. The blood of hate and disappointment flows through his veins. I am the world’s protector. This is a charge so ominous that it is synonymous with my loneliness. No one else can know about the monster. My vivid nightmares are too much to burden another person with. The frailty of this world in the face of such an evil is too terrible for any to contemplate. It even drives me slowly out of my mind. I have become so disillusioned that the only thing I can focus on is the lights and sounds that I protect. The greatest curse of all is that this monster is immortal. He can never be slain, only fought. Killed over and over again every day every minute and every second before he feeds again on the blood and suffering of an innocent. Each mistake in my charge leaves behind years of turmoil and remorse the likes of which mere words cannot describe. The burden of guilt is so heavy that I would sink into an ocean and drown just to lift it from me, even if only for a moment. At night I hear the screams, the desperate screams of all those I could not save in time. This is my curse, for all the rest of my life. My only consolation the smiles of those who exist under the blanket of security that I provide and do not have to share in the burden which I undertake to provide it. Their happiness is what sustains me. Mine being so far gone it is all that I have left. Such a cruel world we live in that even that is being stripped away from me. One day it will all slip away, and there will be nothing left within me to fight. All of my life’s disappointments only feed the terrible creature that I have spent a lifetime seeking to contain. My heart breaks at the inevitable truth that my battle is already lost. You see this monster lives inside me. My every breath flows through his very lungs. My very heart pumps the blood through his cruel veins. I was given the power to stop him at every turn. But as the smiles turn to cold shoulders and the laughter turns to silence I am reminded of my greatest fear: the moment when I finally cease to care. Then there will be no one to save the world from its depravity, and the monster shall devour them ALL.
This is a world of demented creatures
I fight the vicious creature that the rest of the world cannot see. I am the only thing standing between the people of this world and the murderous rage inside him. I envy those that never have to face him. He cares for no one but himself. He is ruthless, merciless, and sadistic. His only food is suffering. His only music the futile screams of his many victims with the last of their very breath. His only goal is destruction. His only dream is murderous rampage torturing all those in his way until their ultimate demise. He only leaves destruction in his wake. The blood of hate and disappointment flows through his veins. I am the world’s protector. This is a charge so ominous that it is synonymous with my loneliness. No one else can know about the monster. My vivid nightmares are too much to burden another person with. The frailty of this world in the face of such an evil is too terrible for any to contemplate. It even drives me slowly out of my mind. I have become so disillusioned that the only thing I can focus on is the lights and sounds that I protect. The greatest curse of all is that this monster is immortal. He can never be slain, only fought. Killed over and over again every day every minute and every second before he feeds again on the blood and suffering of an innocent. Each mistake in my charge leaves behind years of turmoil and remorse the likes of which mere words cannot describe. The burden of guilt is so heavy that I would sink into an ocean and drown just to lift it from me, even if only for a moment. At night I hear the screams, the desperate screams of all those I could not save in time. This is my curse, for all the rest of my life. My only consolation the smiles of those who exist under the blanket of security that I provide and do not have to share in the burden which I undertake to provide it. Their happiness is what sustains me. Mine being so far gone it is all that I have left. Such a cruel world we live in that even that is being stripped away from me. One day it will all slip away, and there will be nothing left within me to fight. All of my life’s disappointments only feed the terrible creature that I have spent a lifetime seeking to contain. My heart breaks at the inevitable truth that my battle is already lost. You see this monster lives inside me. My every breath flows through his very lungs. My very heart pumps the blood through his cruel veins. I was given the power to stop him at every turn. But as the smiles turn to cold shoulders and the laughter turns to silence I am reminded of my greatest fear: the moment when I finally cease to care. Then there will be no one to save the world from its depravity, and the monster shall devour them ALL.
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