DAMIEN

The sky was dark. The moon was round and bright. Stars were out shined by the City beneath them, and He walked through the ghetto fearless and in search of something. He had faced many of the same trial through the years and was growing bored of his life. His own existence was not anything to brag about, but his life was rather unconventional. He was not like anyone he had known. No one he had known have ever met a soul quite like his. Thoughts would race through his mind at all times. He would get lost in his mind.  No one would ever fully understand him. This was alright though. What once made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin, he was now embracing. The darkness he had kept buried would surface from time to time. His darkness was becoming his art. The drug use was no help. His mind was starting to slip. Visions of things would startle him. His mind would play tricks on him. The only time it would be fine for him to accept these visions was under the influence. Sobriety was becoming too boring for him. He would search for his escape. If he were to disappear would anybody care? The thought would roll around in his mind from time to time. The thought was making him want to leave. He knew where he was, but did not feel a belonging. Maybe it isn't here. A chameleon he was and could easily blend in with anyone he felt was worthy. If he knew the date of his death, he would count the days. The optimist would emerge from within and with an attitude full of arrogance, he would challenge himself to stay.  He had to stay. The confidence possessed would be fueled by the darkness that would slip through the cracks. A battle within oneself had not been won yet.  With a clear head he could make anything possible. No one could stop him. The moon above him began to crack open and bled through out outer space. Droplets would speed through the atmosphere like meteorites. The buildings around him would be destroyed with the crashing of each droplet of moon blood. He would calmly walk as the neighborhood behind him burned to the ground. People would run in panic from the wreckage. The sidewalk began to crack open as the planet began to shake. Water hydrants would fly through the air as water gushed from the ground. Car alarms filled the once quiet night with an abundance of sound and he calmly walked.  His eyes were becoming darker and horns forced their way through his skull. He was causing the wreckage. Any wrong surrounding him was his own doing, and he for once was beginning to accept that.